Begging Bowl

Overcoming ego’s swagger

I found myself a beggar

Holding the bowl of receptivity

No longer fed through captivity

There are many steps yet to take

But none will be for my sake

Suddenly the sky has opened

The past is dead and frozen

There’s familiarity in every meeting

Communion’s is lasting, not fleeting

My work, keeping the bowl empty

And give what’s received in plenty

The begging bowl is not new

A wonder, it’s embraced by so few

The mind sees it empty, but it’s full

Of love and it’s magnetic pull