Healing waters rise from a deep well.
The soul is the spring of life
Hardly concealed
Beneath even the deepest
Roots of being
Gushing, seeping, pushing
Gently ever up
Into the still space
Where spirit waits to drink.
Cup your hands.
Listen.
Taste.
Healing waters rise from a deep well.
The soul is the spring of life
Hardly concealed
Beneath even the deepest
Roots of being
Gushing, seeping, pushing
Gently ever up
Into the still space
Where spirit waits to drink.
Cup your hands.
Listen.
Taste.