With Love, from Tasman, A Poem to Inspire and Renew

The Cup

Oh, Dear Lord this cup of yours I hold

Often burns hot, hot as flaming coal

And just as often it turns icy cold

And the taste of what it contains

Ranges from the bitter to the sweet

Every sip, uncertain not knowing what I will meet

Oh, why can’t the quality of my experience

Always be pleasantly the same

Why must I always experience the better being countered by the worst

Why the whipsawing between the blessing and the curse

Is this cup of mine just a poison chalice?

Are you love?

Or are you just callous?

Dear one, be mindful of where you place any blame

For to master life’s experience, you need to understand the basic rules of the game

Your cup of life which has been so loving gifted

Hold only the potential to experience life’s essence every time to your lips it is lifted

Free will which you have been divinely granted

Determines the nature of what you alone have decanted

You reap bitterness from self-doubt, sweetness from love

Chill from fear, and fire from ego

Remember dear one you always reap what you sow

They all dishes from life’s menu of potential waiting for you to eat

Moment by moment, breath by breath all perfect and complete

All this is set within a cosmic landscape with only one certainty

That being eternity

For we are one, we are one, we two

Forever united in experiencing the beingness of the always becoming “I Am”

The eternally evolving Me and You.

And So It Is

Message to the reader

Take what resonates and leave the rest

Share with those that deserve the best

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