Sunday, February 19, 2012

Don't Spill My Heart

The heart is a cup.   
We fill it with all manner of libation: 
joy, envy, regret, pity, disappointment, even love.  
Within, these mix to form the exquisite elixir we enjoy as emotional life.  
Like all vessels, however, it has its limit, and must not be filled to the point of spilling.  
Nor should we sip from it to the point of drunkenness.

1 comment:

  1. “None can be free who is a slave to, and ruled by, his passions.”
    — Pythagoras