Downs and Ups

Most people not sheep
know that they don’t know
they can feel under their soles
when the going gets slow
at the crumbly edge
of a stumbly ridge.

Wrong to preach to the grasses
better to stand on a boulder
and exhort passers-by
via the middle way
to aschew the grail
and embrace the trail.

The mountain goat arrested
the universe to attend
to the wavering of the blessed
pastures of the past when
he knew intimately
the way up to immanence.

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