The Tao says the function of a container is in its
emptiness. I remember weeks ago, having just cleaned the kitchen and
mopped, I made my treasured coffee. When
the beep sounded, saying it was ready, I entered a kitchen with coffee pooled
on both the counter top and floor. I had
forgotten to empty the old. The new had
nowhere to go, no emptiness to fill.
Yesterday’s walks birthed the whisper to the trees of “I am
completely stripped of all.” This
morning, Life whispers back, “I know.”
Carved, molded and baked in life’s kiln, the cup of my sweet life, in
its emptiness, awaits her filling. But
in truth, it is not the longing for the filling, but the emptying of the sweet
nectar to give others drink and then the return to readied emptiness…to be
filled yet again.
I cannot pour what has not been filled. I cannot be filled without being
emptied. Trust.
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