THERE'S A BOWL FOR EMPTYING OUT

There's a bowl for me.
There's a bowl for you.
There's a bowl for someone else.

Mine holds water.
Yours has milk.
Someone drinks their tea.

There's a bowl for everyone.
There's a bowl for no one.

Everyone gets what they want,
and no one goes without.

Love remains on the basis
of refilling
the bowl that's for emptying out.

© 2003 By Sandra Lucke
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