I used to think
if I could, I’d go
back and do it
all over.
And yet I now
know, I wouldn’t
change a thing.

Life’s great
irony that that
which awakens
is that, which
makes us break.

The Japanese
call it Kintsugi-
golden joinery-
the craft of repairing
a cracked vessel
with gold lacquer,
so the flaws become
perfectly imperfect
marks of it’s history.

I call it the
art of becoming-
a sacred joinery-
the craft of repairing
the cracks in our vessels
with love’s lacquer,
so our flaws become
perfectly imperfect
marks of our history.

We don’t get a say
about the nature
of our own breaking,
the things in life that
cause heart’s porcelain
to chip and crack,
but we can learn
to become a participant
in the grace of
our own evolution,
and we can know
that we have a choice
in the nature of
our sacred geometry.

Choosing to fill
our gaps
with love,
and not hate.
With hope,
and not pain.
With trust,
in place of fear.

With liquid gold
of our own making
that joins all that
we were,
with all that we’ve
yet to become,
in brilliant
unity.