The student potter molds clay with ever loving kindness
And from the lump of formless mass arises
A vessel full of the students love.
Each finger has caressed this upwards moving spiral
True to the test of fire this vessel stood
The master potter with fragile hands
Examines each line made from the student hands
Offers praises, and thus validates the efforts
True to Student is the Master, released the grip the
Vessel slips, to a thousand pieces shatters
True to the Master is the Student
Knowing, it didn't matter.
© Calac.
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I would like to translate this poem
Harmony is an adventure that carries us unexpectedly far and deep somewhat validating the vital and powerful positions in the imagery you have created. The victory that hangs in equal choice. Kind regards Aine