There are poets who dip in live wells
Where life, light, and darkness abide
Scribing with meaning, torrential;
when seen, moisten soil of deep minds.

Does this well rest beneath oceans,
beseeching the deep's calming peace?
Does knowing emerge in whirlpools
spinning thoughts 'til given release?

We glide in rivers of comfort
or dive to find treasures held deep,
Seeking of knowledge comes easy;
Epiphany, victor's beseech.

Treasures are buried within you,
Revelation rests to be sought.
It's in you and me, it's in others
to flow within oneness of thought.