“Holding this Old Raku Bowl”
I’m holding this old raku bowl – Reverently. The spirit of the unknown craftsman, long dead, lives on through it, in it. I can almost feel his hands as I turn the bowl in my hands, as he did. Through it, he is still alive.
And then I feel another spirit. Not his, but the bowl’s itself, created through him. It too is alive – Alive!
