Kintsugi & T(h)ea

I find our tribal human
mind will always fight against
the heart, missing the soul of
the matter at hand.

Unless the steady mentor’s
brush meets the tree’s gold-infused
sap, patiently stroking our
scars to rejoin us

we remain broken, shards of
ceramic tea pots, waiting
to pair our bitter matcha
with their coupled sweet.


This Dodoistu poem refers to the Japanese Tea Ceremony, and Kintsugithe art of repairing broken pottery with gold. I invite you to click on the included links to learn more about these beautiful rhythms and rituals.