Everyday
I mold and remold myself
with the clay of God.
My sculpture tools
are the breath,
intention, compassion,
and love.
The excess clay
in structure from programming
of hate, greed, separation,
I dig out and it falls away
To disintegrate.
Everyday,
I look in mirror
and see the greatness before me
smiling, grateful, full of life force energy.
A God's masterpiece in motion
ready to mold all my dreams
into reality.
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Inspired by Kainat Rasheed's poem
I am clay , you are clay She is a gift and I am grateful to her.
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