The cup does not run over
The cup instead pours out
The cup lies on the table of this world

Brittle and shamelessly broken
Too many leaks to fill up again
Left to remain an arid shell

Once there was such an abundance
Manna was an enduring factor of life
Fueled by the health of the spiritual soul

If spiritual health induces the wellspring of the cup
Is it any wonder that there is nothing to overflow
Let alone anything left to pour

We've forgotten to look with open eyes
Forgotten to dance with mysterious imagination
Forgotten that we were once alive before we were mechanical

The cup remains damaged beyond repair
We must learn to bring up manna from within
To allow our own hearts to be the cup which overflows

Learn to love only that which can return love
Learn to respond with the heart of a child
Learn to constantly reflect with the wisdom of an elder

We must become one with what we are from
We must be aware of where we are
We must be all that we have forgotten and thrown away