Monastery Lore

A slight sound of running water stilled his step and thought. A little smile crept up his lips' points as he emerged from the line of trees by the mountain wall. From a little crevice pure water softly flowed. Something must have been there lapping it, but left only a shadow when looked at the sapphire stream. He sat and became still. His motions were the water's motions. His thoughts were the flow of water. His heart's double-knot began to unfold. The young love whom he'd loss to Loures was swept downstream. Memories of her sailing from Undine's shore went, of free accord, toward the lush valley.