From the Vessel,
Fill me oh water, that you find me empty and yielding.
That I may know you when you bring to me life.
That you are without form and are hard and supple.
That you destroy and create and bind all life in need.
In that you fill me, the vessel, I am humble and alive.
From the Water,
Oh vessel, it is you that I seek, that I might fill you.
That you may capture me and hope to know me.
That I remind you of your needs from day to day.
And that as I fill you I bring you substance and meaning.
But in an instant I may disappear, and you shall never be the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem