Joining Gold

 

K I N T S U G I

There’s no guarantee you won’t break.

Coming into this world as you did:

Your own perfection

as yet unknown to you

and all the days ahead

Unseen and unfelt

Living in the moment only.

 

As consciousness grew 

a blooming cloud 

became rain 

and then falling

Unstoppable, the gravity of your life

became irresistible.

 

There was never a guarantee

That in falling you would not break.

You could have been certain of it

as inevitable

as land fall

the solid earth

Supporting your tenderness

 

Is this how we grow you ask?

Seeing the broken places

filled with gold?

Resistant to further splintering

Shards held together

By precious veins

Joining all the beautiful pieces?

 

8.29.2020