I am the potter
I make earthenware vessels
Working in an indifferent manner.
Earthen vessels are of clay
They were clay in the past
Before I molded in to that shape
And they will remain clay
When they are broken in to pieces
Likewise O my dear
You have made me
I reside in You
And I merge in You
I know this much
And knowing this I have
No sorrow and I am happy always.
We are what we created... in many ways human being could have crafted peace if they want, walk the right path if they choose to and be happy with their life. Sincere poem with self-realization... smooth to read again and again.
'Aham Brahmasi or that art thou' has been well driven home. Your happiness is your great asset and be happy writing many such poems
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am grateful, much after reading this poem. Thanks!