What now is merely the alchemy of water and earth

Wet, moldable, and foldable earth

Will soon be a vessel for daily rebirth

Inside this ball of terracotta clay

Lives mornings of sacred ceremony awaiting new days

With a little pinching and smoothing

More water here, Ironing the cracks there

Stroke by stroke the bowl is truly moving.

Only in time, with focus and patience

She is breathed and shaped to life

And will one day be a holy guide for daily meditations