Tuesday, August 19, 2008

The Ether in the Earthen Pot

What's common between
The sky in the pot
And the icons suffocating in the rock
The clouds without name and form
And the dead clock put backwards

The mould gone, water and fire withdrawn
Broken in to five, the pot
Longing to merge, the ether,
Like me, in to freedom
From thought, time and place.
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