The clear, cascading mountain brook actually babbled to him,
yielding all of its eternal stories into his already crowded mind
while continuing on its repetitive journey forever replenished
by Nature's bounty and gray clouds full of life-giving moisture.
Overwhelmed, he took repose in the soft grasses of river's rim.
Basking there in the high valley's sunlight, he looked to find
the collective answers to all of Life's questions malnourished
as he was by mere existence in his dreary town's cow pasture.
Manure is no substitute for knowledge. He discovered that gem.
But, he was looking for more, much more and not of that kind!
The arc of the long Summer's day passed and he was not finished.
Then, the full blue moon rose and bathed him in beams of azure.
The cry of a distant Loon, haunting yet revealing, piercing yet dim,
woke something in him not felt in decades. Like ties that bind.
The Gordian Knot of the entire Cosmos untied itself and wished
its freedom upon him transcending him into enlightened rapture.
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mindbringer, 13 September 2017
