The boy found the old man sitting
Down beside an old tree, meditating.
"Why do you grow roots?" asked
the boy, taking him to task.
"So that I may learn," was replied
And the boy laughed and denied.
"See?" he said and flew
So very high and true.
The old man watched the boy fly,
Said: "What will you find in the sky
That is not down here?
Minds are just mirrors."
The boy flew away, far and wide,
Looking outward and then inside
Only to find that something
Was the same as nothing
And some say he was tied by roots
In the sky, became a thing to suit
Such a place, the face
In a moon making faces.
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