Wellspring

 Wellspring

How can I pour out this cup?

This porcelain pitcher,

To drain its contents seems impossible

Everytime I spill this container, it seems to refill itself

Everytime I share its holdings, they are multiplied

First, with a steady eye, realize what fills it

An inexhaustible source of water

A limitless stream of love

An unwavering current of what matters most

A wellspring found inside me

I cannot empty this cup

Nor express its entirety

No matter my will,

No matter my work,

My whims or words

All are thimbles bailing the ocean

Over an endless duration,

It will remain unemptied

Unphased, and intact

How can I empty this cup?

I find no way, and no choice

But to accept it will always be filled

I've surrendered to this truth

And in this have found great delight.