These rivers that I see
Are flowing gently
And the mountain
I stand upon
Is my vantage point
To history unfolding
If sometimes I appear
To be going backward
Then that is one time
When appearance
And reality
Are one
Sometime
When I'm out of time
I'll take the time
To find out
What I should have known
Through simple observation
Those who speak
Of salvation
What do they know?
Do they know sublimity?
Do they know Truth?
Where do they get
Their courage
To speak so abstractly?
