The cup is always overflowing with something.......

With our first breaths, we come into the world crying. Who knows what stress our mothers shared with us as we developed inside them. In the bottom of every cup is the thick oil of negativity, death and dying. Into the cups can come abit of life-saving water; love, joy, peace and happiness. But as the water flows in and fills us up, the oil spills over the sides. we have a choice then: to attach thought and intent to it and project it into the world at others, or to let it pass through, unpurchased and given up through prayer. Will our cup continue to be filled with water or will oil be returned to it? The choice is ours to make and yet we usually don't realize it, have the knowledge that it is our choice or how to use it.........


We are all but broken reeds,
trampling over oneanother with self-absorbed thoughtlessness
or harsh speech at or about eachother.
Peace, sweet peace,
is what we need,
within ourselves and with oneanother.


May I always be overflowing with something delightful.