Fill my cup

[osho]

I am born to fill my cup
For I was born with a cup
This narrow necked cup is deceiving
It can contain a mountain though looks
Although it seems cannot swallow even a fright


I am here for filling it together with you
Go home fulfilled after a performance
I play the reed and dance to the rumble of the thunder
You blush putting a crimson stain on my cheeks
We love and gets clasped rapt in a thrill

This longing is too overpowering
The heaviness and mass of your love enters me
I get spilt up in many species in an amoebic propagation
You name it love and longing
We pretend to give each other something
We self-seekers go defining the ideals of bounty

We both are cups and choose to be filled
But we retreat never filled
For the pool of life is half-filled
Though we have dreamed of an ocean

I fight to rejoin
I cry to smile
I run to re-find

Each time I empty my bowl
For you want it always empty
Or else you will die unable to fill
Since you are born to fill my cup

[deryk]

It's very longing and elliptical. It has a way of deflecting its own thoughts. It reads like a spiral.