Descend into your creative self!
That fertile place of being,
Like the potters shop;
Scoop out of the raw natural you!
The earthy messy innards and,
Follow the example of the potters!
At the wheel of your thoughts,
Mould, shape, and spin today;
Be inspired by the ambience,
Of a fresh page in the book of your life!
In which art speaks in whispers;
Wherein, any word,
Any symbol, any character,
Can be written, in any language;
Format a micro world!
Like a grain of sand,
On a stretch of beach,
Yet known en mass,
Collective and cumulative.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem