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the old wiseman
john evans
I once found a man
  sitting under a tree
at the edge of a river
        that had no name.
I asked him
        if the river flowed free.
He said,
        I am
I asked him
     on a clear day how far he could see
He said,
        I am
I asked him
     how warm is the noonday sun.
He said, 
        I am
I asked him what he was
since it was the only thing he seemed to know
He said,
        I am the river flowing free,
I am as far as you can see,
I am the warmth of the noonday sun
I am this very tree,
and I am the blue of all the seas,
for you see,
            I am.        
posted: june 26, 2005 | 11:37 am