it was his first encounter
with suchness.
driving and driving and looking
looking....
he stoped when he knew
he was there.
and when the sun hit just right
he spied a fisure.
it was a maintained slope and
cupped hand of god.
passionately felt at home
in this liquid silk...
he drank it,
he lathered it,
he crawled in it.
he washed his entire being
with it.
it was his destiny to find,
and be led to it.
secure and easy and well,
and was momentarily
perfectly perfect.
Wow.
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