Be anxious for Nothing, The Potter said to the clay; If the mirror could have a reflection of you how much more of me your creator who molded you at the very bit of an umpteenth hour just to make you an exact copy of me do you think you reflect? The clay said to the potter; I doubt if I look very much as you and the potter said you doubt because my identity is not yet a mark on your forehead. The potter winked and stood up from his lying position and said to clay; haven’t you seen the substitution? How I made you different from the others? It took me a whole lot to put my Emblem on you; you are the perfect piece of my masterpiece and the clay said but how come I am not like you and I don’t talk and behave like you? The potter grimace, and said to him; all of me that you seek for is in you but you are yet to make it a reality in you because you have entangled yourself with the cares of how you are not just like the others, making your imperfectness to matter most. My DNA have I embedded in you but You have forgotten your uniqueness, which is far beyond what you see and which are all lying vanities that will fade in a test of time but my mark Will always be the greatest and until you find me in you, you will still be tossed and lost in my realities. So the question is how much of me do you reflect? The clay sighed feeling judged, replied None, and the potter smiled at him and hugged him and said; When I am made alive in you, then you will realize that “you are the Joy and smiles of the World richest people” and the clay said to the potter But how do I find you? The potter replied, search no more because I am in all that you see; look, I am in you and I am in all that you seek. Find me and you will see that all you seek are just the icing, there’s more to the Cake.
