Poem: a pitcher, a pot
Featured in this week’s Spot is Sadhguru’s poem A Pitcher, A Pot. Potter’s hands pluck the flesh of the earth to knead and mold. Does he know he is kneading his own flesh to form another body to hold water or milk? ...
 
 
 
 

a pitcher, a pot

Potter's hands pluck the flesh
of the earth to knead and mold.
Does he know he is kneading
his own flesh to form another
body to hold water or milk.

A pitcher, a pot, a body, an earth
flesh of flesh, soil of soil
The potter who kneads will be kneaded too.

The Mother's knead, you should neither
fear nor impede. This magical
deed could render you as
sweetness of a mango or the flighty
feather upon an eagle's wing
or maybe a scholar or a king
a pitcher or a pot.

 
 
 
 
 
 
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4 years ago

But we know not, what to do and what not,
For we are but children still and we feel
we are the owners, of all that we see.

So let us knead our life to be, through its
karmic possibilities, the pitchers and pots that
become tomorrow's beautiful entities.

For, today we are; which is the only certainty
and what the Earth and Sea do part with,
is just that bit of dough for the child to play with,
while our future is molded by their timeless theatrics.

4 years ago

Beautiful poem kind gentle sir, I feel as the bird does.... free and ecstatic to free bloom in the life of the world. And Love :) Thank you :)