There is a vessel

There is a vessel. A wooden beautiful vessel. 

 It is filled with water. To the brim. 

The Sunshine shines back in water reflection illuminating the room. 

Few moments later, the water from the vessel is drained away. 

It is now filled with grass. To the brim.

The subtle fragrance of the grass freshens the room. 

Few moments later, the vessel is emptied of the grass. 

It is now filled with pebbles. To the brim. 

The pebbles mark the outline, standing higher than the brim of the vessel, as if asserting their existence across the room. 

Few moments later, the pebbles from the vessel are taken away. 

All along, the vessel's capacity does not change. The vacuum does not change. The vessel remains. The contents of the vessel change. 

We are the vessel. The contents are our circumstances. Each moment, every second, ever changing. 

All along, our capacity to encompass our circumstances does not change. The capacity within has been created to incorporate, encompass, welcome and host what comes. 

Where does He live then? He doesn't live in the capacity created. 

The wooden beautiful vessel is created out of wood. He is the One who has created the vessel. 

Just as the vessel is what it is because of the wood. We are what we are through Him. 

Our body is the knots and bolts and designs on the wooden vessel. Our soul is the strength of the vessel. 

There is a vessel. A wooden beautiful vessel.