Mountain Water - Philosophical Vignettes
By David Gosselin
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Rushing, crashing, trickling—
Flowing down mountainsides.
Lulling, whirling, singing—
Racing into valleys.
An old sage and pupil
Sauntered by a river.
The forests were lightless;
The mountains were soundless.
“Listen closely,” said the
Master to his pupil.
“These streamlets and rivers
Make their way everywhere.”
They listened as they climbed—
Thinking, pausing, wond…
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