SOUNDING YOUR WELL

Slow down,
take breath–
look at yourself. . .

Deep sound
at rest
your very being’s supply well. . .

Living water
hiding quiet
in recess. . .

Take time
to tap it,
and the reaping
of your inner fruiting
will procure
you and the world
the harvest of your wonder wealth.

But,
until you really look
at the exact nature
of your treasure,

just how long
it can reach and measure
for people’s sustenance and pleasure
will be impossible to tell.

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