Kintsugi
Behind the arcanes that govern our insecurities,
There is a silver line of hope
about returns and encounters.
Still, your eyes hesitate, as do your hands,
To surrender, to let go, to exist within.
To breathe freely.
Through fire and mud I’ve come to you,
Purer than before, clearer, transparent.
So many torn things get to be fixed in the flames with a golden bond.
Take this broken cup...
drink from it a better tea, a sweeter wine.
Kintsugi: Japanese art of repairing broken pottery by mending the areas of breakage with lacquer dusted or mixed with powdered gold
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