You Are The Potter Poem by Lovita Morang

potter

I muddied my body
I stink of mud
And I fall
into the potter’s hard hand
And I become
the feel in his mind
Ever beautiful mind
That thinks of nothing now
A beautiful feeling
He digs me out
into another a many layers
And I evolve
And I grow
He curves me out
into another world of new life
His hard hands soften
I become his muse
I make him smile
We are ready to go now
We sailed on boat
Flowing along the river
A breathe of endlessness
I flowed into another…
Today I hold a flower
of a evergreen plant
All human longings
in the flower
Just creeping allover the window
Sunshine falling on me
And I see
That a lonely human
takes care of me and smiles
and a lonely dog
watch by and looks happy
I hear the story
of a broken life
that human narrates
I too fell…
breaking down
I saw myself into pieces,
another pieces and pieces
The lonely human gathers my pieces
And throw me back to the mud
Today
again
I am the beautiful earth.
And
you are the potter…