The Clay Jug

Pot by Vicki Tansey

Clay Jug

Inside this clay jug there are canyons and pine mountains
and the maker of canyons and pine mountains!
All seven oceans are inside, and hundreds of millions of stars.
The acid that gets gold is there, and the one who judges jewels.
And the music from the strings that no one touches, and the source of all water.

If you want the truth, I will tell you the truth:
Friend, listen: the God whom I love is inside.

version by Robert Bly


The third post I made on this blog was called Clay…And Me.

It began: I tend to process things more deeply (some might say intensely) than many people, so it is no surprise that some of my favourite stories are of transformation. And some of my favourite stories of transformation revolve around clay. 

I just rediscovered this Kabir poem and it seems such a natural fit with the other clay references I posted. You can read the full post here.



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