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Montague Whitsel
Awakening_
I
went in search of the Deep Wood
and
found a flowering bower
through
which I passed
on
my way down
into
a pleasant entwining
of
greening vine.
And
there I came to three Great Oaks
near
a glistening trout stream! 1
By
the Pool of Wondering
I
asked the residents there,
“Where
to, fish, from here?”
To
which the Trout replied—
“Over
the multicolored Tor,
across
the skating pond
and
down to the twisted Hazelnut,
where
a Triple Gate shall be found.” 2
I
thanked the fish, and went on_
in
search of the Deep Wood,
capturing
as I went
a
verdant scent of the elusive Self
which
had long been lost to me.
A
spiral way I walked all the while,
seeking
the Tripled Gate. 3
I
found the Tor and crossed┼over
wandering
down to the skating pond,
upon
which I met a badger
who
addressed me, tersely--
asking
whether I knew my way!
“Ha!”
I replied, evasively,
“I
know the cerulean night sky
and
the emerald mountain DIS_
What
else?”
_At
this response he let me pass by. 4
It
was then I was visioned
with
the Twisted Hazelnut
beyond
which I saw the Tripled Gate!
Swooning
in a pearly awareness
that
was multicolouring my senses_
I
sought the Self I never yet was
beyond
the prophetic Hazelnut Tree! 5
Riptides
took me treeing along roots,
Where-across
I found my lost sylvan runes;
They
were calling out to me
as
I went_
slipping
over into a nether place
of
stranger aspect than I had known
there-to-fore! 6
Betwixt
the pillars of the Triple Gate
I
fell into a muse-inspired stupor.
I
journeyed without going;
I
progressed without thinking;
I
traversed the Gate and went beyond_ 7
And
when I awoke
I
was in the Deep Wood, singing
to
the flowers and the creatures there_
centered
and Silent
in
the Solitude of Belonging;
all-covered
with Vervain and Myrtle! 8
So
mote it be!
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