Hollowing the Grail



Seeking the grail,


Still its hollowness haunts me.


Where is its wisdom, sought by many,


Spilling blood to seize the treasure,


Only to find it empty, and toss it aside?


In grace, the grail whispers its silent secret.


It is not the hands that shaped it,


Nor lips that drank the wine it once held,


But the very space that fills it.


Consciousness carves me,


Carefully removing my conditioning,


Creating a new grail.