Black sounding clay.

Let me tell you a secret that the blue little bird and the billowing breeze whispered in my ear when I was laying beneath the shade of a beautiful tree whose leaves carried the fragrance of ever new life. 

The secret was that in the act of perceiving, loose the concept of the perceiver and the perceived

the concept of objective and subjective existence

creation is from one source

observe the oneness in all. 

Be silent and your silence will become the mirror of God

find a port within the storms of the mind in that stainless silence

realize that a microcosm contains the entire macrocosm's blue-print

This secret was delivered swiftly no mistakes whatsoever 

in a flash I grasped it!

It tasted sour to my tongue but sweet in my stomach

The blue bird takes flight to find twigs for its nest

the soothing breeze gently returns from where it commenced

And I, remains!

This time the secret has found its way to the four chambers of my beating heart

I remain as the empty space that the wind finds its measure of space

I'm stripped naked and my soul is rejuvenated

I'm empty inside but this emptiness is indeed liberating

This new vessel must give off the sound of silence

i wonder if you'll all hear it