The Way

It comes from the depth, from beneath those deepest layers of the earth, from beneath the compressed and contracted layers, those hard layers that, it seems, nothing, no force, is able to break. From the narrows of the depth it comes; in the struggle it separates the heavy particles from itself and leaves the dregs behind; it seeks a way. From the cleft in the rock onto the stone it pours, clear and light, the spring in the mountain...