Daydreaming of Life
(3-14-04, while backpacking in the Rincons)
Life's fullness must be tucked away in
a wilderness water hole,
a pool hidden high in the mountains,
fed by a Living brook that flows from nowhere above,
where snow glistens with reflections of a failing sun...
Its magnetism is ancient and almost forgotten,
but draws those who know to seek,
gives them an unspeakable thirst
only quenched by its cool essence.
I become involved in this quest,
compelled to continue past my sensibilities,
feeling Life becoming a bit more accessible,
more possible
with each topographical line crossed.
Approaching, I find sounds and smells attesting
to the source of Abundance --
the brook calls out in some unknown tongue
that takes me into a trance;
the birds' songs mysteriously harmonize and join
with the gurgling ballad.
I breathe pine-laced air and wonder at the freshness here.
The shadows are long as I finally reach what I have sought --
the stream tickles my feet until they feel again.
I dip my cupped hands and douse myself,
testing the Truth of it all.
Then I drink.
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