It is only when this earthen pot of mine
loses the consciousness of its shape
and seeks to let it be reshaped with fresh clay
at the hands of the Master Potter
that it doth enjoy the bliss of its own existence.
It is only when it discovers beauty being wedded to joy
and cannot bear its separation,
when it springs to life at the sheer touch
of the Master Craftsman who moulds it
that it can mingle with the joy
and feels its divine presence !


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