Sublime

Sipping abundance like water

Tilicho Lake by David Whyte

In this high place

it is as simple as this,

Leave everything you know behind.

Step toward the cold surface,

say the old prayer of rough love

and open both arms.

Those who come with empty hands

will stare into the lake astonished,

there, in the cold light

reflecting pure snow,

the true shape of your own face.

“What were you before you met me?"
"I think I was drowning"
"And what are you now?"
"Water”
―Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous