This universe is a river
I am a cup.
Empty
I am full of trust.
Full
I am empty of desire.
Owl medicine carries me high
Deep
Into a mystery
Few vessels could
Contain.
This expansion;
Every cell vibrates
A self contained galaxy
A watering hole so wide
All who attempt escape
Drown
In struggle.
To receive all
This
The clay cistern is planted firmly
In the ground.
It never asks,
“Do I deserve?”