Another Poem Draft

 
Loyola at Llobregar

Sitting on the river-bank,
the water runs past;
the mind runs with it
on a path ever-moving.
The world blocks the mind,
stones in a river,
but thought overflows
these material dams,
moving as one,
a unity of disparates,
given one direction
by their natural place,
rushing like music
to a divine consummation;
and the mind now prepared
by ten thousand disciplines
flows with the river
to the ocean of God.