Essence
Emptiness
Emptiness of pitcher owns the clay.
Clay , which is cool & moonlit white.
Kneaded ,shaped carefully & baked to red.
Pitchers become shadow of emptiness.
Being different in size & make , they fight.
Strike with each others & try to win.
Emptiness laughs at the buffoonery.
From time immemorial pitchers are fighting.
One noise try to win with loud shrill.
Silence of emptiness radiates firmness & peace.
Outer conditions frighten without explanation.
Inner poise these pitchers cannot find.
One who re-attains clay form;
will never desire of getting shape.
Only emptiness passes through gateless gate.