People age like a modern-day pottery.
Like your life spinning on a potter’s wheel unknowing what will become such as a lump of clay formed through the hands of another.
Such as being wedged on a bat until centered to begin to rise.
Pushing through with pressure and creating force balancing until your centered on a wheel.
As you pull up to growth as you squeeze water through a sponge.
Watching the progression as the moisture creates slip that helps form what will become such as a watered tree in a garden thriving to become.
Through stillness of mind and thought the walls being to rise and form a barrier to your soul and a heart that will soon be encased within a barrier that will only be shared with few.
Ageing as you pull through the various layers of clay like the rings inside a tree that grounds itself with its roots that begin to create an unknown life from within.
Spinning and spinning on a potter’s wheel in various speeds wanting to play and create life as you pull towards what is all inevitably known to us as ageing.
--Rumaldo M., Adult