Clay Jug

'Inside this clay jug There are canyons, and pine mountains, And the maker of canyons and pine mountains. All seven oceans are inside And hundreds of millions of stars The acid that tests gold is here Also the one who judges jewels Also the music that comes from Inside the human body Even though no fingers are touching Those strings Also the source of all water Kabir says, 'if you want the truth, I'll tell you the truth, Friend listen - The God whom I love is inside' Inside this jug there are oceans Rivers and mountains All seven oceans And hundreds of millions of stars And still the hand that carries the jug Feels the full weight, even after the jug Has splashed half empty, on the way home 'If you want the truth I'll tell you the truth, Friend listen - The God whom I love is inside' When I woke up this morning You were on what left Of my mind - yeah The source of all water 'Therefore The one who finds a horseshoe Rubs it with wool till it shines And then hangs it over the door To rest, never to strike sparks From the flint again Human lips, that have no more to say Keep the shape of the last word they said And the hand goes on feeling The full weight, even after the jug Has splashed half empty On the way home What I'm saying now Isn't said by me It's dug out of he ground Like grains of petrified wheat Some portray a lion on their coins Others, a head: All sorts of round bits Of brass, gold, bronze Lie in the earth sharing the same honour The age tried to bite through them Leaving its teeth marks Time gnaws at me like a coin And there's not even Enough of me left For myself' --- Clay Jug - Jackie Leven