Ghatam
Legs crossed,
back a perfect sapling,
you sit, head held regally,
coaxing earthenware to deliver
waiting for the cue
when rhythms of rain
in all shades of the spectrum
will splash on tuned earthenware,
like fingers of the potter who
once shaped the clay
you'll trace your intricate patterns
tossing gifts to listeners, as if to say:
Come, sit with me, on the low podium,
breathe my beats, thrill
to the tani avatanum
unfolding like sunrise
till it falls away,
back to the arms of aum.
dharma—
discovering what comes
from emptiness
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Ghatam (South India) a tuned clay percussion instrument
Tani avatanum: a percussion solo showing the skill of the player
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