POETRY 2002

Cracked

My cup was cracked
The water flowed out.

My milk was gone
I was empty.

Now I see the break,
the fracture running through me.

In the quietude of emptiness
I can feel the sharp edges

Stillness brings focus,
energy like laserlight.

Melting the sharpness, fusing the gap
creating wholeness, integrity.

My cup stands waiting
for the rain to fill it.

I am this shining clear vessel
ready for abundance.

Jan 10th, 2002