I recognise your begging bowl
Very similar to mine
Encrusted with skills and values not your own
Just to belong
Just for praise and prize
You urge the one outside of you to fill you
You offer to fill them first
Vigorously and rigorously
Your goal was always to that it fills you
Like gravity, what can’t be denied
the takers of life complement the givers
So you deplete Giving
Your bowl leaks focus and attention
it flows out to them
Like a bad habit the bowl
Looks outside
If we threw the bowl and melt it into an urn
Like Amriteshwar bathe us in our own bliss
Roll your tongue inwards
Source of elixir lies wiring you
Kinetic potential is still available
Your environment is based of what you were open to provide last time
So give yourself
A deep, luxurious
Filled to the brim breath
See the unhappy erase pouring light in you
In the darkest, stickiest corners
And then get out of your own way of receiving
you and I can dissolve our begging bowl
Or let life humble us
One breath of presence -at a time…
-Poet and counsellor Rupika Moitra
Flutter and Glide 
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