The Wide Well
A poem on the raw soil of being
In the wide well of becoming
There is a beginning
But, no end.
In the wide well of becoming
Life constructs
Reconstructs
Reorients
Dances, you may
To be with the essence that may be
The truth is
That everything
Yes, everything
You thought once was
Isn’t truly what is
As the well widens
Widens, widens,
And yes, widens
There is a natural fall
Into the depths of truth
Where there is no where else to hide
A new ground of being emerges from this place
Raw
Soil
Of being.
May the well never run dry.
May all beings wake up to their true nature.
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