The Voice Of A Silent Vessel Poem by Richmon Rey Jundis

Fill me not
With the lies of this world.
Fill me not
With the false image you want me to believe.
Fill me not
With the systems that purge my true identity.

To your eyes, I am nothing,
A transient vessel, disposable, replaceable.
When my strength wanes,
When my use is spent,
You cast me aside for newer, brighter things,
Your endless thirst demands more,
And I am devoured.

Once, I was shaped with care,
Born from the potter's hands,
Carved from the earth you dismissed as barren.
But now, you strip that same soil bare,
Plundering its quiet riches,
Blind to the truth: its treasures are finite,
Its heart is weary,
Its song grows faint.

The sun once kissed my form,
And the rains cradled my emptiness with gentle hands.
From nothingness, I brimmed with meaning,
A vessel of life, a gift freely given.
But now, you see only utility,
Not the quiet essence that I hold.
I am no longer cherished for what I am,
Only for what you can take.

You, who once danced with the divine,
Finding meaning in the rhythm of stars and soil,
Have chained yourself to your own creation.
But now you have become part
Of your own creation,
The system that once served you
Has now become the master that enslaves you.

Take a look at me!
In my brokenness,
can you see the essence?
Open your keen eyes,
and see the horror
you did to your own kind.

Gaze at the things that thing,
The tree, the stream, the mountain,
All vessels of emptiness,
All keepers of meaning.
In their voids, the world breathes,
In their stillness, creation speaks.

Now, look at yourself.
Dare to be emptied,
To shed the weight of your illusions.
Find your true essence,
Hidden beneath the layers you've created.
Let the reverse be reversed!
Let the hollow sing!
Do not fill yourself with empty meanings,
Let emptiness fill you
With truth.