Come to the Well

Come to the Well, to the Well at the Tree
Come and look deep in its waters, said He
And I'll drink with you if you'll drink it with me
And the more you drink of it, the more you will see.

One cup for the price all who drink here must pay:
Once you start to see, there's no turning away.
What's seen can't be unseen; the images stay
At the back of your eyelids by night and by day.

One cup for confusion, the choices you make,
Seeing all of the forks in the road you may take;
Always aware of how much is at stake
On the path that you choose, and the ones you forsake.

One cup for the burden of knowing too much,
No longer with blissful nescience as crutch;
One cup for the loss of the common man's touch,
Set apart by the vision you clutch.

One cup for the thirst that grows as you drink,
One thought needs the next as a link needs a link.
One cup for desire, to step on the brink
As the water wells upward, and let yourself sink.

One cup for ecstasy, rapture of sight,
Grasping the World in a swirl of delight;
The veil drawn away, all aspects unite,
Translucent reality, clarity’s height.

One cup for wisdom, your boon, to remain
When your vision at last fades to normal again.
One last cup I raise with you, to the Norns' skein
That binds us both to this gift won with pain.

Come to the Well, to the Well at the Tree
Come and look deep in its waters, said He
And I'll drink with you if you'll drink it with me
And the more you drink of it, the more you will see.

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