Samaritan Woman by the Well

If you asked me what is changeless
I would have said nothing
once upon a time,
but clearly, on this morning of sunlight
streaming an early Autumn crispness,
one thing I know for sure,
(the rest of it is pure conjecture)
I know roots that grow love and happiness
never change, they feel the same no matter
the source,
anything else is its moderation and
banishment from the palace of light
within, the font that springs eternal
a well from which we draw.

Tell me no tales of thirst with greed upon your lips
but remember the promise of every flower,
it doesn't take a field of wheat to bake a loaf bread.

There is beauty in the heart's content.