I come to these words from M.C. Richards book, Centering in Pottery, Poetry, and the Person, and center inspired.   

M.C. Richards:

Centering the clay on the potter’s wheel and then using it to make whatever shape one makes; hearing the poem in the exactitude of its words and syllables and lines and in the economy of its total fusion – these are the same story.  To bring universe into personal wholeness, to breathe in, to drink deep, to receive, to understand, to yield, to read life.  And to spend wholeness in act, to breathe out, to give, to mean, to say, to write, to create life.  It is the rhythm of our metabolism and may not easily be put into words.

TO FEEL THE BEAT OF LANGUAGE AND THOUGHT AND FEELING AND PERCEPTION WORK IN US, PULSE, PERISTALSIS, RHYTHMIC PRESSURE AND ACCUMULATION OF MUSCULAR MOTION, WAVELIKE, STEADILY WORKING IN US, LEADING FORTH OUR ENERGY AND CONVERTING IT – CONVERTING, THAT IS TO SAY, OUR WILL.  WE LIVE IN OUR BODIES. WE EMBODY SPIRIT IN ALL THE CELLS OF OUR BODIES, AWAKEN IT, LIVE IN THE FLOW OF CHANGE AND TURNING, AWAKE TO OUR ENERGY, AWAKE TO OUR MOBILITY AND EVOLVING FORMS OF SPIRIT-SUBSTANCE.

This is high-flown and idle rhetoric unless we study to experience in fact the invisibilities of substance.  We may become awakened to Word and what it is, to what the gestures of body-breath are which sound the vowels and consonants, to what we do when we speak to one another or singPerhaps Word is the magic stone.  Lapis.  The philosopher’s stone, the transforming agent in a daily alchemy.  

The sense of Word, the sense of Form, the sense of Breath, pneuma, spirit. It is like being rocked by the great sea herself, and all the waves traveling through us and making us resound, words ourselves, larynx, outcry, stillness which is itself audible to the clear-hearing ear.  Do you know about the microphone which magnifies the sound of the voice box before the vibrations reach our lips?  And the microphone that picks up the sound of wood and rock?  Music is an element of nature; do we forget in what a mighty organism we share?  Man listens to it as a voice from inner-outer worlds. When we begin to understand how we are formed by sound and how we give off messages whether we speak or not, we will live each moment with a heightened sense of poetic privilege.

Looking north from the Marin Headlands

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