The
well within the circle of my life
Tends
to its centre at the heart of me;
It
from there moves out and waters
The
outward flowing rings that are
My
heart’s yearnings and my doings
And
all the gardens within the rings
The
well feeds and nourishes with
Moisture
abundant and multifaceted.
But
I did nothing of myself that the
Well
should be there in me; it was
Only
despite me; and all of it a gift.
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