| Jules: | You know, I think this guy half-believes in a sort of mystical simplicity. |
| Andrei: | Most people cherish such unrealistic myths. |
| Philyra: | Make no mistake, this dude yearns fer an epiphany,
but his intellect holds him back. |
| Andrei: | This poem is too damn crypto-, mumbo-, . . . Argh! |
| Ellesha: | Shhh – too many words: better move on. . . |
They already flow through you – find the primal streams Trace the rivers of your consciousness to return to ancient seas Do not stagnate in tiny pools or waste time frivolously You were born to journey & venture where waters are deep Do not dally by bantam rocks or get complacent in ponds Swim a bit further each day – without worrying how far the goal is away Soon enough in the ripeness of time you'll pass beyond all rivers & notice salty currents & ocean brine
Hear the author read this poem.
