Meditating before life’s source,
he gets down on his knees and
falls prostrate before the water

of life that trickles down the
wonderful waterfall toward him.
He reaches into the pond and

feels the aliveness flowing
round and through and beyond
his fingers. He becomes one

with the water, cupping and lift-
ing the energy and watching it
drop back to the mother source.

He rises to his knees, stands
and inhales deeply as the water
rushes in an ever-increasing

speed and flow from one pond to
the other. He is glad. Once a
week when the pump needs clean-

ing he does this imagining against
type that he’s a very holy man or,
even better, the Buddha.