These forms we seem to be are cups floating in an ocean of living conciousness.
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.
~ Rumi
(Cup and Ocean) |
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