I drank and spoke with the oracle again
and she spoke in riddles
like she does, because
she doesn't like to talk to men,
nor even the female of our kind.
Anyway, I brought a bottle
and she brought her glass,
and when we were eye to eye and off our ass
she said something I kept in mind:
"Wisdom is an owl nesting
in a yet-unplanted tree.
Truth is water from a well
not dug, and peace is
the tree the owl sits on,
and while some people bend the knee
because knees bend,
to pray or to yield,
or to kneel on someone,
there's something else that could be done.
What if people just saw the needs
and tried to be the
means? So here are seeds
and a shovel."
And that was about as clear to me as
the things she ever says could be,
and I get the big
idea of our revel;
she meant "dig".
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