Well-Spring
Like the spring that gurgles
From the ground
And sparkles laughingly down the glade
I giggle with my wealth.
For out of the well-springs of eternity
Flows my existence.
Deep-sourced and crystalline,
I gush out my joy and send it forth.
Should I contain my mirth, or rather
Could I even
Contain my laughter to be certain that
Others don’t get wet feet in my puddles?
Or perhaps I can just invite
All who wish
To drink of my ecstasy and
Splash in the diamond brilliance of my love.