“The water takes on the color of its cup.”
Ibn `Arabi
I am a thirsty bowl
and I keep filling myself
with dirty water. And
He Who Knows Me
keeps knocking it over.
But I am so thirsty
So I keep filling it again
and again with the same
dirty water and He keeps
knocking it over,
Smiling at me patiently.
Staring into my eyes, lovingly
He laughs a little as he knocks
it over again.
I am not amused but
His smile is like daybreak,
So submit and we sit
there in silence for a long time
Until I can I hear the clean rain
falling just outside the open door.
