I just have to remember that I am the bucket and not the water. I cannot even claim the water as my own by right. It is a gift that fulfills my purpose.
I went back and forth on whether or not to draw little buckets under the main one being filled by the water coming out of it (that is the inferential meaning behind the streams coming down), but now I think it would have been fine. The water is the same water even after passing through me. I am not so dirty or broken that I can ruin that rush of water. And some buckets may only be filled by the overflow from me.
I just hope that all I ever pass on (in all my life) is the water.
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