I am the one who forms the vessels
from cosmoplasm’s clay
although ten thousand theories will
swirl forever as to how all comes about.
Despite your impulse to thank or blame
me, the one who forms the vessels,
know the way of things are as they are
whether or not you choose to pray.
From each atom of your grieving tears
to the dimensions of your joyous smile
I am the one who forms the vessels.
There is only the fashioning, released, to be.
You say you want to ask me things?
There are no answers, just a maker
and an endless stream of things, being.
Mysterious Mother, the one who forms the vessels.
The Mysterious Mother is a term used in daoist texts. My poem tries to describe her in daoist philosophy and could be considered paraphrasing from the Tao Te Ching aka Dao De Jing.
Today’s offering is in quatern form.
Carrie is today’s host of The Sunday Muse.