I seek in breasted stillness
to be suckled by the deeper sounds
that words can never say...
I touch in solitude the darkness
that enlightens me, and
moves my heart to pray...
I open wide the empty space
and wait to know the grace
that calls me just to stay...
And there, in peace I let things go
and hug the walls of love
that bring a brand new day...
Not I but we, not we but all
Creation’s greatest gift of sunshine
comes in every single ray...
It is in potter’s hands we rest,
his will is our desire, for he
the artist is and we are just the clay.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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