Tuesday, June 20, 2023

Being Empty

Being Empty


Like an empty cup, anything that can hold,

The clay sits in a lump for the potter to behold.

Fill the cup with water, with a drink, with anything,

the clay is ready to take any form as it enters the ring.


The cup that gets filled has less space for the new,

The clay that gets burnt, as no scope for anew.

Like the rain that washes away the crumbs, 

The potter removes all the excess lumps.


Let the potter weave his hands and spin the wheel,

the clay turns around and becomes a cup as it reels. 

It is the unformed, the unstructured, the undefined,

That in any moment has the power to be formed.


The cup that is filled cannot be used,

The clay that is not malleable cannot be fused.

It is the unmanifest that can shape into plenty,

like the beauty of the mind lies in being empty!


-Savitha Reddy

20 June 2023

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