WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES.....

EARTHEN VESSEL
Not cast in gold, a fleeting display,
But formed from the earth, molded in clay.
Hips that sway with the rhythm of land,
A strength that's rooted, a spirit that's grand.

Muscles that ripple like streams in the sun,
A story of journeys, battles outrun.
A gentle descent of a sun-kissed hill,
A vessel that nurtures with life-giving will.

A sculpture of nature, both delicate, bold,
A masterpiece whispered, a story untold.
Not for the gaze, but for all it can be,
A force of creation, wild and free.

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI