THE BROKEN GOURD

The universe wants it.

And we do too

but may not know it:

for the gourd

to fall from our hand

for it to drop accidentally

on the ground 

and break open

on our way back home 

from the well 

at the edge of the village.

In other words:

for our consciousness

to gush forth

finally liberated, 

for us to spontaneously open

to the revelation 

that there is a reservoir

so vast within us

that no simple jug 

could ever hold 

its cosmic contents.