In constant process
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And then again renewed
A circulation of rhythm
Always connected
To a source that doesn't end
Never in danger
of lack in anything
No hollowed vacancy from
Any drought
Even while it is ever leaning
Continuously spilling all within
Just as soon as it is emptied
It is full yet again
The empty glass is overflowing
Refreshing everything in its path
And while it is yet
Ever still pouring
None have seen the bottom
Of the empty glass
When asked by those
Void to understand;
"How is it that you can
Pour so freely
All the contents you possess?
And not know our emptiness?'
The glass responds
"Well, its easy,
When I pour
I make more
Room to be filled up yet again,"
Perplexed the skeptics
Could not see
How this would work for them
And as if hearing
The unasked question
The glass said,
"No, it won't be the same
Not for you.
"Your containers, have been filled
Far too long.
The contents, they have staled
You held so tight
To what you had
It rusted out & failed
To give refreshment to anyone.
Yes, sadly even you
Because, anything you're given
Then hold back
Can never again
Be renewed."
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