This poem set me on my own path as a poet and changed my life: The Well of Grief Those who will not slip beneath the still surface on the well of grief turning downward through its black water to the place we cannot breathe will never know the source from which we drink, the secret water, cold and clear, nor find in the darkness glimmering the small round coins thrown by those who wished for something else. -- David Whyte from Where Many Rivers Meet ©2007 Many Rivers Press
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