Posted by T Ching
Friday September 5, 2014 | 1 comment
Friday September 5, 2014 | 1 comment
leaf opens and i drop out
flowing here and there like water
taking the shape of whatever is around me
this is how flowing is;
to others, you become the container
to yourself, no boundaries
today I spill and run in all directions
gravity pulling me with dispassion to earth.
tomorrow i am carefully poured on an alter,
becoming the finest cup of tea
an offering for the gods.
this day I am poured into a beggars bowl
limitation defining my existence
the next, poured into a kings cup
the riches of the world, as fluid as myself
each of us boundless
each of us given a shape by another’s mind
the world is endless drops
This is how flowing is,
To nature, we are simply tea
To ourselves and others we become the cup we are poured into.
Life involves dichotomies; boundless/contained, begger/king. If we take time to look within, we can search for a balance which can lead to a sense of peace. For me, drinking tea while being silent and being in nature, puts me right where I need to be.