“We shape clay into a pot,
but it is the emptiness inside
that holds whatever we want.”

– Tao Te Ching

(Reflection on Terra Cotta Jars)

clay pots broken –
shattered pieces
rough and jagged;
auburn earth
formed, fired perfect,
yet, fragile, brittle
like our serrated lives:
dispirited, cracked or

why can’t we hone
our feeble selves
as potter molds clay

with ease?

(clay pots silhouette in red:
earthy, as we are earth-bred
formed, fired perfect, but frail
as we are honed by intellect, still we fail
a still-life in black slumber
as when we steal Life, then surrender.)

– between
 earth’s soil and man’s toil
is clay moil.

(c) 2006 Chito L. Aguilar


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