Ancestors claypot

#Ancestors__clay_pot Vibrations under my foot, the magnetics takes course in my upper body, my mind shrivels thoughts, my third eye activated, before me a Sotho voice electrocutes my attention From my mothers side a palm appears, another from my father's side, I lay my sacred eye on the fore , a clay pot they present; take this and mark the world with, they say With both my hands I receive, and the world awaits my marking, to reach and teach hearts the purest way to love, to care and cherish, my given gift, my ancestors clay pot Inside this sacred pot, the Sotho voice emanated, my life completed, embroidered with humility and a beauty that leaks me back to my physical self, I can't escape in this spiritual realm, without this, please return me back with this pot to the normal world, I beg My ancestors clay pot in my hands, the sun too sends new beginning signals to my present, a new dawn for better things, this pot its my one leg inside, I'm stepping to the better side of everything Just as I was preparing to give in and accept this new normal, of not having, of lacking and of consolation, the drum begin to beat, my ancestors call for my name, a Sotho lady for a wife , this clay pot to give, my ancestors clay pot #Poetic_Ink