The Trouble With Cups

Posted by Sunni on June 15, 2012 in poetry | 13 comments

Come child…
come in out of the cold.

I have seen you wandering those empty streets,
wanting to fill your cup, wanting to be heard
and seen.

This is the kind of seeking
you were born for.

Tearing your knee’s to shreds,
scouring around in the dirt,
making yourself frantic,

for you sense the thing you seek
is SO near,

yet it is lost to you.

So you kick and scratch
and claw against
reality

until the earth pulls you closer
to her body,

and you sink into a
cooling stream
of tears.

It is in that sweet surrender,
that you hear my voice

not as words,
but as the still-point clamor of your own
steady beating heart

And oh, love,
do you now see why your searching comes up empty?

Has the hammering of this drum
finally woken-up
your weary mind?

It does not matter.

I will hold you in your seeking
for as long as it takes

I will hold you till the end
of time.

I will hold you in the darkest places,
until every shred of pain is revealed

as your teacher.

Until the well of your eyes
has finally gone dry

I will hold you here, without condition,
until your clarity shines
like a torch in the
night

For it is then you will see it

it is then that you will laugh
out loud

having looked upon this cup you’ve out-held,
and realized,

it has no bottom. 

Having realized,
it never had.

That all you’ve sought to fill yourself with
CANNOT BE CONTAINED.

That you are the vessel through which
all things flow.

My love, you’ve never had to contain it.

And every container you’ve tried to hold it in,
keeps alive this illusion of
your separation

from Life.

It puts up walls where
Love should be.

Drawing limitation in the
corners of your mind.

And oh dear,
it’s no wonder you’ve been crying,
thinking you needed a cup-full

not knowing you’re the fullness
that first dreamed-up
a cup.