The cup of yourself * 10/3/12

There are these times

when you pass me

the cup of yourself.

You actually hand it to me

with your words,

from where they come from

within you.

You reach through

what appears to be

and hand me this cup of you

and I look over the brim

to see an enormity within you.

You are more space

than I can

experientially breathe in

and savor forthright.

You are more light

than I can take on to embrace.

These words,

as invitation to me,

have gone on from there

and the meaning, as invitation,

is melted into me now.

For I have left that mind of mine

for deeper pastures present,

where awareness grows

beyond what answers

would provide.

I am drinking from there,

what I always knew to be

but did not know how to know.

Now, just knowing

is the lesser state.   

Vague, as memory

gives way to being.

What I relish from you

replenishes,

without diminishment

of your offering.

And I linger from there

to here,

timelessly spellbound

and richly absorbing . . .