While sitting at the table sipping tea,
I had the thought that though my teacup has
But just a singular intent, its state
Of being is a two-part form. There is
An inside and an outside wall which shapes
The clay into a useful, hollow mold.
Was it devised in two connecting parts?
Through glazing did the two-parts fuse as one?
What if there were no outside wall, could there
Be still an inside wall, or are the two
The same? The answer seems to be, to me,
Without the outside wall there could be no
Internal wall, for though it seems, there are
The two, the two are really one. Is that
Not the relationship existing in
The spiritual life of man? Is he not
A living vessel, a hollowed lump of clay,
Who, through the gift of will, can pull the cork
Of mind, and fill his emptiness, to his
Capacity, by being consciously
Aware of the reality of God?
i lack the 'spiritual life' and..........i don't miss it. but this would fit a showcase, some people would probably like it, and maybe i'll use it someday. i didn't get the thing about inner and outer wall of tea cup. are you sure it's proper to speak of a tea cup's construction as though it is a house? bri ;)
Awesome piece...whatever will a man decides to ride on determines how full of God he will be... Great piece!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Drinking tea invokes many thoughts! This is one of the best! Many thanks of a tea lover.