The Goblet
Once I found myself looking at a beautiful crystal goblet. I then raised it up while clutching its slender stem, like one who lifts up a fragile flower. I elevated it to admire its perfection, and could see my face mingling with its luster.
As I poured the nectar of fruit into the goblet's empty space, I imagined the goblet to be my body, and the nectar to be the nourishment of my living experience and my insatiable love for all living things.
My facial impression began to disappear and seemed to become the goblet as the goblet became half full, or was it half empty? But I knew that I was neither.
Like the sun which cannot contain its light and bursts outward into the universe, I filled the goblet's void until it overflowed.
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filling a goblet's void until it overflows does yield a mouthful ...
Beautiful.
Ron
Axilea
Donna