Water is freely given. Water rests within a cup and in no cup at all. A cup that says it is the only cup there is forgets that its purpose is to bear water. Cup worship forms and cup wars break out.
Water flows as it will and has its way, regardless of the will of the cup. Water takes on the shape of every container. When containers break or prove inept, water flows merrily on its way.
The cup is the horizontal, human made, and is in the realm of history and of time. We can see how cups go weird, get snobbish, say they are the only true cup, forgetting that the water is the worth, not the cup.
Water is the vertical, not made by humans, coming from above, falling to the below. Water always moves from the high to the low, and cycles back again, replenishing, vivifying all it moves through.
All cups proclaiming their cuppiness and forgetting their true mission of holding the water long enough for someone to get a drink are spurned and ridiculed and rightly so. Water is of the essence. Cups come and go.
(If this writing arouses within you the desire to castigate your favorite cup you love to hate, rest assured that you are engaging in cuppiness. "Be water, my friend.")
Water flows as it will and has its way, regardless of the will of the cup. Water takes on the shape of every container. When containers break or prove inept, water flows merrily on its way.
The cup is the horizontal, human made, and is in the realm of history and of time. We can see how cups go weird, get snobbish, say they are the only true cup, forgetting that the water is the worth, not the cup.
Water is the vertical, not made by humans, coming from above, falling to the below. Water always moves from the high to the low, and cycles back again, replenishing, vivifying all it moves through.
All cups proclaiming their cuppiness and forgetting their true mission of holding the water long enough for someone to get a drink are spurned and ridiculed and rightly so. Water is of the essence. Cups come and go.
(If this writing arouses within you the desire to castigate your favorite cup you love to hate, rest assured that you are engaging in cuppiness. "Be water, my friend.")
Your words resonated in that which only moments ago, I would have described as me. The resonance becomes a wave. Embracing that wave I begin to feel it flowing. Suddenly there is little to say. Only being. Only one. No separation; Only Is. Bless you for bringing me back!
ReplyDelete* many smiles * from reading this...thank you, George! We humans love our cuppiness, don't we? We form cups around everything...our Beings, our religions, our politics. Your offering brought to mind a song by Texas songwriter Jimmie Dale Gilmore titled 'Just A Wave, Not The Water'.
ReplyDelete'Be water, my friend'...love your last line...yes, indeed! ♥ Cathy
"Be water, my friend" is a Bruce Lee quote.
ReplyDeleteThat was well said, but being the killjoy, I am…
ReplyDeleteWater can afford to be free for its survival is never at stake anywhere save for the surface of the sun. Survival for humans is much more tentative, so we depend on the safety of 'the cup'.
Curiously, we desire to be as free as water, yet, given our mortal biological reality, this desire is a hopelessly futile ideal… peculiar to human imagination. "Taking this, the wise person desires non desire," Tao Te Ching 64
"Those who flow as life flows know they need no other force."
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