THE VESSEL AND THE CUP
from a Hasidic story
What cup knows the distress
of the large vessel, knows
any more than two inches
of the purple? For the cup
everything that fills up
is equal--the little jug,
the pot, the large vessel.
Beyond its own meniscus
nothing's knowable for a cup.
But the vessel wishes
one something
could use it up.
-Kay Ryan
Offering
the Root of
the Powers of Water
( ( ( g o i n g w i t h t h e f l o w ) ) )
After the grace in the dive, a gentle landing is assured, a friendly welcome from the depths of the unconscious. -motherpeace
I drink in the evening. I drink in the sky.
My heart swells, vast and great as Heaven Herself.
She fills my soul. She feeds my dreams.
And I believe.
The silver cup is the vessel,
the chalice, the grail....
It promises a joyous experience of letting go into unconditional love,
the spaciousness of the open heart.
-motherpeace
the chalice, the grail....
It promises a joyous experience of letting go into unconditional love,
the spaciousness of the open heart.
-motherpeace
...the movement of water always moves towards depth, it always searches for the lowest ground.
It is non-ambitious; it never hankers to be first, it wants to be last.
-lao tzu
