The Empty Cup

A poem

Is the empty cup still a cup?
Or is it a hat, a weight,
Perhaps a broken thing?
I tell you:
The empty cup is free from all this

Thanks for reading! My poetry in general lately has been very inspired by all the reading I’ve been doing about Buddhism. Here’s another related poem:

What is Zen?

And for those who’s cups of Buddhism are empty, here’s a beginner’s article:

The Four Noble Truths