Potter's Dance

Not only do I mold vases and bowls from clay; I also mold myself. In a random weekend I jump into a muddy river, and let nature shape me depending on the thoughts and dreams I carry. Such things can act as texture on the arms of the Master Potter. He's invisible but I've seen beautiful works coming out of the mud; fresh, inimitable and dazzling. Some find their hands in publishers hands, while others give you a grandeur spell. Folklore becomes part of your life's anthem. Wind becomes an invisible string of cosmic musical notes. My friend, a mud-fish can tell you many tales if it could.... Date of Entry: 04/04/2020