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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rleb3Syj_nA&ab_channel=WhiteHinterland-Topic

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It had been seasons, entire,

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That he sat beneath the apple tree -

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Immovable as the ground 

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Upon which he sat, so too, still, was he.

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He saw the branches extend daily,

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Following the contours of the sun;

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He saw spring, growth, budding and fresh leaves;

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He saw summer and drought, blight and heat;

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He saw autumn, where the deadened wood would fall;

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And he saw snow, when the world itself

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Would quiet, fast, soundly, to sleep.

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One would think, to see him there,

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Cross-legged beneath the boughs,

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That he might have been a statue - 

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That his featureless eyes

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Were reminiscent of stone, cold, 

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Unopened, as the fissures that weave within

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The features, of the mountain. 

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But were one to look, they'd see he had skin,

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That the heat pulled perspiration

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As the chill would leave it frozen -

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One would see the threadbare, ochre fabrics

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Hanging about his shoulders - they'd see emulsification, 

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Moisture, his tissues, his ribs

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Stretching with the pull of breath,

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Hair, coiling within his lap.

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He was a man, still - no god inhabited his frame -

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Yet he saw much - in the length he sat - that 

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For him to give it voice, and had he the time,

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It'd take an eternity, to explain. 

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Author's Note

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QQWnCNRq13E&ab_channel=Wisecrack

(lol - quick one)

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

This guy sounds like the Buddha, who vowed to sit beneath the bodhi tree until he became enlightened. What we have here is a meditation marathon, encompassing whole seasons, until his hair has grown into his lap. His eyes are closed, and he is utterly still, so that an observer might mistake him for a statue. He must have had some kind of realization, as the last stanza infers, but we are not told what it is. Please tell us one thing, though; did he ever take a bathroom break?

[Ookpik]

Guaranteed John, this man never pisses - between Newton and Siddhartha, godliness never takes such human form. ;)

-Ook