An open mind, steady hand, silent workstation,
Set a fresh stage for a potter’s creation.
Thinking productively, wrestling mentally.
The blueprint is clear, pure potentiality,
Thinking productively turns to acting vigilantly.
A lump of clay begins to spin aimlessly, playfully,
But over time develops tastefully.
With great focus the potter pedals away,
Shaping, trimming, carefully tweaking,
Working with nature, all the more intriguing.
Lumps of clay transform into being,
Smoothed to perfection.
Moving gracefully in the final direction.
Circular motion slows to a halt,
The potter can find no more faults.
His love for his piece does not stop
His creation is finished, but his work is not.
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