David Whyte Poem

This poem was posted on my Blog on YogaJournal as a comment to "How am I?" by a woman named "Jax".

those who will not slip beneath
the still surface on the well of grief
turning downward through its black water
to the place we can not breathe
will never know the source from which we drink,
the secret water, cold and clear
nor find in the darkness glimmering
the small round coins
thrown by those who wished
for something else.

- david whyte