The well runs deep within us
And connects to a vast ocean we dip our buckets into.
Hauling up treasure and insight and
Life itself.
Sweet too the taste, gentle to the heart,
Sanctuary to the soul.
It’s meant to be brought up in a bucket that’s old with holes
That drip portions of our spirit back into that ocean
to mix with the waters of all of life.
For without such mingling how would you know
this taste is that which another
has dreamt for you when they sip
those same waters and slake their thirst
on your dreams too.
