Purification One, Water

A spring surprised me on my hike that day –
I’d walked the path repeatedly before
And knew no spring to flow upon its way,
But there it was: the spring – as through a door,
I stepped towards the opened, sounding place
And thought I’d take advantage of this link
Disclosed before me of some wider space
That asked for nothing but for me to drink.
And so I drank – its water was quite sweet,
And coolly quenched my thirst, but warmly filled –
Then I awoke to silence, but its heat
Remained alive within a mind now stilled.
Returning once or twice, I found it gone,
But felt that still its water could be drawn.