You become so busy scaling the wall that you fail to see the ladder by your side,

The stairs that lead to the top of the heap, the top of the hill,

The top of the mountain that you have built

Stone by stone,

Handful of dirt, by handful of dirt.

So busy doing and preparing and striving for more, always more,

That you don’t realize that you are where you want to be.

You can stop running, stop searching, stop pushing to the breaking point,

And enjoy.

Actually revel in the fruits of your labor.

Let others come to you,

Welcome them in, ask them to stay

In the house that you built, the palace, the kingdom,

The realm that is you and your glorious work.

This is the place you call home.