Tuesday, November 9, 2010

at the bottom of those grief waters lies a treasure

"those who will not slip beneath
the still surface on the well of grief

turning downward through its black water
to the place we cannot breathe


will never know the source from which we drink,
the secret water, cold and clear,

nor find in the darkness glimmering
the small round coins
thrown by those who wished for something else."
[david whyte]

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