And how do you find what it is you were made for?

Lots of flowing streams to pursue and then no streams 

A desert

because you keep trying 

To capture 

the entire ocean in your tiny cup 

And you want it all so bad 

To bathe in her waters

To hold onto her tightly

So that you have the answers you seek once and for all

In your tiny cup

Struck by her grandeur, you spend time watching her waves from the shore

Cup in hand

Getting lost in the sirens of her waves

of wanting it all, all over again 

Knowing you cannot

Have it all

You stand up, cup in hand, determined to capture her

But you fail, and she smiles at your hubris

Go out then and find the sweet spring instead

The stream

you feel the most confident and excited

To swim in

Trust. 

Jump.

Maybe that stream carries you 

into the ebb and flowing river 

that will gently deliver you into the arms of the ocean

No cup in sight 

Just arms wide open 

Hugging her tight

Trust your partnership with that stream 

You can’t fit the ocean in a cup so why do you keep trying 

To be a part of something you already are.