The world of reversed words is dead.
Only the spirit of the broken cups still branches
and reveres the shards of its own cups as shrines.
Are you not just emptiness
and to others just a shard that thunders over your own
when you are no longer in others?
Did you give anyone anything to drink,
did you at least know how to comfort someone,
so that you could become a life of immediacy
in them?
The Spirit of Truth 