I often wonder the depth of a woman’s love and yet only have to look at the deepness of my own well that sustains my thirst.
Being in the country and sitting high on a mountain, my well is deep within the earth.
Nurtured and purified through layers of strata to filter out all the impurities that would harm me, I believe that is the depth of a woman’s love, and yet men fail to consider the power of that flow.
Beneath the earth mother men yearn for the purest of flows to quench their thirst.
So is it true of the one they seek. For trials and tribulations flow within a woman’s spirit and reach to the surface to quench the love of men, yet we fail to drink.
I wonder why this is so; when the purest of love’s intentions rise to the surface only to be used by those around the spring.
Am I blind, do I not taste, shall I seek lesser waters that many have drunk their fill and quenched their thirst?
Does it truly matter who drinks from the well?
Wells are purified clean through flows deep within our own lives. We choose what we wish as filters to purify ourselves, yet men still thirst.
I love the taste; freshness, and invigorating sustainment of my well, I just wish the water to flow: rapid to my soul, filling my love with life sustaining liquid to forever quench my thirst.
That is my well’s desire.
Turn that handle to quench yourself and turn yourself free.
For within your flow is life and within your life is me.