If I am but clay
in the hands of the Potter,
what vessel is He trying to shape?
The void, says Lao Tzu,
is useful in its non-being,
I am not. I am hollow.
So, tell me, Potter,
I spin on your wheel,
Clay rises between palms
Shapeless gathers form
around the useful nothing,
while you spatter the glaze.
Throw me gently, Potter,
I am in your hands,
Yet fear that I may break.
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I often feel this way, but never on a wheel, I seem to land flat on my back, like in throwing clay class. Then slowly pieces compile back into some weird shaped modular reseptical, and I often feel I am some sort of a trash can :) Back to the drawing board oh so often!
ReplyDeleteSorry if I go back to your Tiger Woods post...but I had to say congratulations for telling it like it is. Saying out loud everything I thought while listening (partially, until I couldn't stand it any more and turned it off) to this on the radio in my car.
ReplyDeleteLet the man play gold. WHO CARES?
(found you via Velva!)
I like this. A lot of movement in the search/question.
ReplyDeleteI like this a lot. (Be careful you don't get dizzy!)
ReplyDeleteIf only I could use words this way. Nice.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful. I wanted to write this a few weeks back, but the words were elsewhere. Thank you for finding them.
ReplyDeleteWe are but the vessel.
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