Real-izing
From a mountain, they looked back atop,
To take one last glimpse at the flop
Of the monastical village off in the distance,
Where it hardly had any persistence.
They stared at it fondly, for a few moments,
As he put his arm around her garments.
He spoke to her as they sat near a little stream,
Where the water ran over, all agleam,
As it tinkled around the rocks, as seen.
“I spent many long days in that monastery,
Trying to unravel eternity’s deepest mystery,
But, alas, the only thing that I learned
Was that the secret of the universe
Was far beyond the sensibility of my existence;
It was way beyond mere physics—
It was called metaphysics!
Yes, all was just a mere shadow,
Dim and faint, though all said they did know
Of some ultimate and unknown perfection.
As I chased those flitting reflections
They just as quickly fled away,
Before me, at my slightest touch, each day.”
She smiled and held him close, without pause.
“The realization that theirs was a lost cause,
My dear, was the knowledge if rubble
Which freed you from that philosophical struggle!
Now, for you, life will no longer senseless be,
For you are free to enjoy the main reality,
One that impinges on your rationality
From the six common senses pense—
The mind being the sixth sense
Since it makes sense of the other five.
No more chasing of faith’s phantasms live!”
“Yes, I’m free at last,” he said with a cheer,
“Free to directly touch all that is real here.
No more will my thoughts attempt
To claim beyond the limits of the kempt;
No more will I speculate on mere faith alone,
No more reaching for those faint shadows flown,
Of dim phantoms of reflections’ purity
That are so many levels removed from reality.
Now, and only now, sensibly,
Can I fully sense the one and only reality
That penetrates into my rationality.”
“Yes; see the clear water!” she exclaimed, surely.
“Hear it rush along. Taste its purity.
Feel its coolness.
Smell the freshness.
Life’s sensation
Is the main attraction!
Ah, we’re back in touch with the world known.
Too long have we given up the time we’ve sown
To excessive worry, hurry, and scurry blown.”
“Yes, I’m drinking-in the pleasures now!
In the stream I see a face I know;
It’s that of yesterday’s summer wanderer—my own—
Free again to shine on the world we own.”
So it was then that they roamed at ease,
Savoring the balm in every breeze,
Drinking the sweets from all the flowers,
Kissing under every tree, enjoying the earth’s favors.
They walked on, following the water’s flow
As it led them ever so—
Going with it,
By not struggling against it—
Becoming it.
(Real-ize)
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