Finding him true...

I open up
seeing that ocean of green
straight perhaps from a balmy dream...
and felt in my bones
what it meant to be city pent sure...
I open up
to a sky in its proudest blue
not a sliced or scissored view...
and felt what it meant to be
His life long devotee...

Is this refuge really that man sought?
The man who aimlessly wandered about...
and found in rhyme and melody
in nature found his pantheistic deity...
and also got goosebumps...
tugging a boat in a lake after dark...
and looked at hills with a sense of wonder
finding in them sleeping monsters...
And at a certain state of mind
flame of perception of a different kind
when made a proper descent to his soul
like an ascetic light of burning coal
He probably reached the end of a chase
bereft of unnecessary glare and haze...

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