Kintsugi, the art of repairing pottery with precious metals, stands in direct contrast to the “buy, use, break, throw away and replace” corporate pulse dominating current human life on Earth. This ancient art reminds us that the story of the vessel is still within its broken parts and that bringing them together with reverence, curiosity and creativity, using materials stronger and more durable than the original, not only makes the vessel useful again, but also more precious and unique. Here are two poems that reference kintsugi in regards to “repairing” ourselves:
Work as hard as mushrooms
will not ever be undamaged
but like broken shards of pottery
made precious with kintsugi gold
could be assembled into a cohesive thing
this body still alive
a container of breakage glued together somehow
houses unbreakable wholeness
still waiting to fully occupy it all
and live
find me LOVE
and fill me
the cracks are marked with sunlight so hot
any emotions over flowing
will vaporize on contact
steam and bellow
the song of love
will be loud and proud
and free of fear or regret
find me now
as ready as we'll ever be
to still desire a way
to enjoy this body
and this mind
and all the devastating opportunities
to work as hard as mushrooms
at turning the vile sewer of humanity's wastes
into something truly promising and fresh
like soil
like nectar
like a poem or a song
Euphoria Motion (for David)
I am becoming a version of self
that isn't wasting time
comparing us to someone else
just focusing
on how to move more genuinely
through time and space
almost eradicated the sense of otherness
from our own body
dysphoria to presence
that some day may lead us to
happier e-motion
if your prophecy comes true
one more friend on the other side
will finally be understood
maybe there is still time
to find out what you meant
when you gave me the name
Euphoria Motion
who we would be if un-wounded
who we would be if made whole
who we could be
if we accept that the cracks in our being
are indeed stitched with gold
we can never go back to the whole we might have been
if we were never torn apart
but we can possibly become
the ever undulating waves
that wash away all
but pure joy
Indigo pearl 2026