Amethyst Poetry / Writing Saga # 3 / The Overflowing Fountain . . .

    Have you seen a forest spring, how it never stops bubbling up, rising from its womb hidden deep in the moist dark earth, making a little channel for itself as it runs;  in its steep places, even cutting through the earth in the force of its flow? 

     I drew courage from my fleeting glimpse of a forest spring as I went walking. Up from such a tiny fragile beginning I saw the river’s power grew. From my own feeble origins in the earth of my fragile life, just like the woodland spring I have seen inspiration rise and grow and grow. 

     As the source of the mightiest river is found in the tiniest spring, so the beginnings of our smallest endeavours may result in a mighty cataract. ...If, that is, we never cease flowing! Stop a flow of water – by a dam – and there is no river.  Stop a flow of writing - by our own barriers of self-imposed defeat - and there is no book of life in us.  The river grows because it always flows; the sum of its power increases because it always runs. 

     There is an artesian well inside us only awaiting faith, our permission to let it spring up in joy in streams of living light. There is an overflowing fountain within my life. It is my continual daily delight.

These are the titles of the next four ragged writings:

Origins

Golden Castings

Fair Fairways

The Return