forms we seem to be

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

These forms we seem to be are cups floating in an ocean

of living consciousness.

 

They fill and sink without leaving an arc of bubbles or

any good-bye spray.  What we

 

are is that ocean, too near to see, though we swim in it

and drink it in.  Don't

 

be a cup with a dry rim, or someone who rides all night

and never knows the horse

 

beneath his thighs, the surging that carries him along.

 

  

 

 

~ Rumi