the potter shapes us, makes us, bends us,
separated from the wheel we harden,
then the potter breaks us.
insides spilling out from broken vessels
sharp pieces, shards of clay laying on the ground
over time smooth and soothe.
wine skins … old and new
wine skins … vessels of life.
is the wine finer in the old skins?
Our skin holds the wine of life, blood
to sustain, circulate, cleanse
we breathe in new life
exhale the stale
cells bounce around our bodies
new young cells offer innovation, change, exploration, intrigue
travel on well worn, comfortable, safe, predictable older paths.
babies and grannies
there is a time to celebrate life and love, to seize the day.
there is a time for soulful reflection,
to think about death, dying and legacies.
listen for it,
old and young
melody and minor chords creating beauty
the quieter i become
the clearer i hear
the more i hear