To accept what is given, to learn this lesson i have striven.
All is truth and beauty, i have said.
I made it, now i lay in that bed.
I must take an empty cup and drink the nothing up.
So difficult to understand.
I take the cup into my hand and look into that void vault.
This i was given. it is all i have got.
Impossible to drink it up. I could not accept that cup.
Last night
I went to the shore, swaying, rocking to and fro.
Emptiness poured through my hands.
Blown by winds across ancient sands.
I fell to my knees in exquiste pain as my heart and soul
opened again.
I offered a paryer of thankis and made a pleading wish
That my joy would replenish the cup i never drank
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I felt your pain, and wept again. Bro