Cups That Will Always Break

When I am true to the Sacred
that we are
not only does the
‘hungry for approval,
‘need to be special’ me,
slink away
from her self-made throne,
but she considers leaving
for a long while
because, really,
she is very tired.

When I am true to the Vastness
that we are,
the haunted beast of fear
I thought I was
becomes a gentle creature
who was always just looking
for Love.

The thoughts
I believed were real
relax their stiff postures,
lies and masks fall
into open space –
open space
that I was taught
always had to be filled.

The money
I thought I couldn’t survive without
and
the people I was certain
I couldn’t live without –
all started talking at once,
reminded me
that they began and will always end,
that they change and change –
to remember this
and
to stop pouring myself into cups
that will always break.

When I am faithful to the Divine
that we are
and everything that began, ends,
I might cry or wail,
struggle with saying good-bye.
Yet a deep Peace
will also be breathing
inside the tears
and
I’ll be able to say good-bye,
as I rest in the knowing
that it was time.

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Questions for Contemplation

Which stanza in this poem speaks to you the most right now? Reflect on the lines for awhile and notice what is evoked in you.

Reflect on a time that you were being true to your deepest Essence. How was that valuable to you? What were the benefits of being faithful to your Sacred nature?

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