The Perfect Pot
Once, at the dawn of time, there were two lovers. People had no names in those far off times, so he called her Beauty and she called him Strength. He built a hut from woven branches, beside a river which ran through a wood. In the day they would make love on the banks of the river, and at night they would make love in the hut. The earth seemed to respond to their love making and all around them the trees were laden with fruit and the waters of the river teamed with fish. Love was in Beauty and Strength and the earth and the sunshine, but summer cannot last forever. One day, a chill wind blew the leaves from the trees and chopped the smooth waters of the river into little waves. As if blown by the wind, a woman appeared on the opposite bank of the river. Her hair was as black as a raven’s wing, her lips as red as berries and her skin was as white as milk. When she bathed naked in the river, Strength could not take his eyes off her. He called her Desire. Beauty woke one morning ...