The verse

The tide withdraws; your boat lies still at the crossing.Chase not the spent wave nor its fading roar.Turn, and trace the river back to where it rose—the old well still runs sweet at its living source.

Reading

The ebb is no dead end but a summons homeward. Cling not to the wave already gone; trace the stream to its spring. Sweetness lies in how deep you dig your own well—outcomes are not promised, only the return.

The temple keeper adds

A high lot. Don't take it as a guarantee; take it as leave to walk on, easy.

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