I came across this poem in the waiting room of the Mater Private hospital’s eye centre:

  • The Master
  • A drop in life’s still pool
  • Perturbs not the Master.
  • It spirals deep.
  • He knows each growing circle
  • In his heart.
  • Right from the start.
  • And he can lead you down
  • Those labyrinthine ways,
  • Unwinding watery circles in the dark,
  • Deep down, to the very core,
  • Where everything is still,
  • His fingers ringing secrets
  • From an ancient healer’s bell,
  • So you can slay your dragon,
  • And find your own deep Well.

Paddy Duffy, April 2008