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.
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This Dodoistu poem refers to the Japanese Tea Ceremony, and Kintsugi — the 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.
