21 February 2010

Wheel of the Potter

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.

7 comments:

  1. 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!

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  2. Sorry 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.
    Let the man play gold. WHO CARES?
    (found you via Velva!)

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  3. I like this. A lot of movement in the search/question.

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  4. I like this a lot. (Be careful you don't get dizzy!)

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  5. If only I could use words this way. Nice.

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  6. Beautiful. I wanted to write this a few weeks back, but the words were elsewhere. Thank you for finding them.

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Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."


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