Hanging on to moments past,
Attached to things bygone,
A sense of ego lingers on,
Keeping us from what is.
With feelings attached,
Ideas and fantasy take precedent,
As we stumble down our path.
Unless we can be like an empty vessel,
Ready to be filled,
With the substance of the moment ;
Then we can deal with what is.
Otherwise we drown in the worry of the morrow;
Or in the guilt of deeds done past.
Demons and goddesses and whatever could be,
Distract our attention from what fills us.
Stumble no more,
Be filled with the void of the present,
Put to rest worry and guilt and all those disruptions of attachment.
And become an empty vessel.