O mighty man
O woeful woman
who sit on a stool of ignorance
planted on the trapdoor
of the heart,
not knowing they block
a powerful fountain of good
living deep within;.
like those who boast of a hand-made lake
when a well of water
is just below land’s surface.
Wherever their tent stands,
a reservoir is ready to gush forth
in living streams for all.
Homes may uproot,
animals may anguish,
souls and bodies may languish
if they ignore That Which gives Life.

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