Reflections

Cup and Ocean

These forms we seem to be are cups floating in an ocean of living consciousness.
They fill and sink without leaving an arc of bubbles or any good-bye spray. 
What we ‘are’ is that ocean, too near to see, though we swim in it and drink it in. 
Don’t be a cup with a dry rim, 
or someone who rides all night and never knows the horse beneath his thighs, the surging that carries him along.

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