A potter-in-training enters a pottery seeking to develop skill and dexterity when working with the clay. He wants to learn the techniques used to shape it, how to alter the texture and strives to produce a similar replica to the original. He perseveres in his craft until mastery is gained and he can consistently make great works of art.
He is attached to the form.
The master potter, the one you want to learn from, enters the pottery and pays homage to the space itself.
She sees the myriad display of forms, colors, attributes and functions that arise from the endless play of thoughts, emotions, perceptions and creativity.
She witnesses the natural radiance of that space- the illusory dance of projects and hurdles, learning and testing, succeeding and failing, coming and going.
She appreciates its abundant fullness yet quiet, spacious emptiness simultaneously.
Standing amidst masterpieces, balls of clay and broken shards- she recognizes them all as ornaments of that space.
That space- not needing to arise as anything at all, can manifest as anything whatsoever; which is why she pays it homage.
To recognize and abide in that space, is the meditation.