human is a shepherd of clay.
this said Heidegger
I can agree to an extent or an interpretation
joy and pleasure as well as pain and sorrow do not belong to us
they are formed from the clay that has held so many voices
recombined into the being we become this short span of life on this forever spinning planet
the hand that forms each new vessel takes up what is needed in consideration of this mix
not too much sorrow not too much pleasure a just right dose which we can carry
the memory of the clay living out through our steps on this green and blue globe
connection points de ja vus bring a glance toward someone or something this part of us
this clay of our emotions recognizing a earthiness in another that was once part of it
this wholeness we feel in recognition was meant to be
reach out grab hold wonder at least so that the clay can remember the place it was meant to be set
and the earth of which it was born
the wind the grass the deer the neighbor clayed portions of one whole
Soul