There was a man who sat by swimming roots
And read to carriers of breath
As though before a crowd in a speakers square
Though his company conversed in the chatter between leaves
And the calling from the beasts
His message still was spread to the timeless mind of all
So in shadows cast from the elders growth
He stood in-between fingers of the sun
And opened pages to greet his flowering bloom
Stood over there, they say
That spot where all forms flow and peace becomes your brother
mF
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