How do you describe
the infinite riches of Nothingness?
And all the flavours and tastes
empty space reveals Itself to Itself?
In an ceaseless discovery.
How?
and which words to use?
How to mention
the unbearable ecstasy of Being?
And how to even begin
to express all the divine ways
your Lover is loving and caressing you?
The senses intoxicated
with rapturous wine.
Does not one sound a little mad even to try?
Come on be honest.
Who would dare utter those words?
And who would even try?
My God,
thank God for
work in the pottery.
Nothing better to keep one
from going insane,
than some clay
and things to make.
I wonder if your are a potter by accident? Nature, out of infinite love shared its job profile with you! IT too, is a Potter :)
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