The Japanese art of taking broken pottery and fixing it with gold or silver lacquer so it is more beautiful for having been broken.
I’m broken, we’ve all been or are broken…
I try to pick myself up piece by piece but the gold and silver lacquer eludes me for now…
All I can seem to find is the crazy glue but every time I pick it up, I put it back down…
I don’t need to hide my breakage…
Without that gold you’d never know I was molested as a child, I’ve battled addiction, I’ve battled being on probation, I’ve battled homelessness and not being able to go see my family in another state because it’s left in the hands of the probationary system, and that’s my fault…
But I need that gold, not to wear around my neck, fingers or wrist but to invest in myself…I need that gold to invest in my son…
And when I thought I had to find that gold deep down inside me…I realized I had it…my son…My son is my legacy and he is my gold…
He will fill those cracks so I can be complete again….
And when I’m whole again, I’m not that pottery to place on the mantle, or coffee table…
I’ll be that pottery to fill with soil and my son, so that my son or as some say “my seed” will not only grow, but know what and where he came from so that I can implore all the gold that’s filled my cracks, so he never has to search for his own…
So he can stay whole as a man, but should he break, he will find my gold…and when I say gold I mean love…
Kinsutkuroi is a beautiful thing, a beautiful concept… but the art of putting a broken human being back together again, is to fill those cracks with love…
So respect the art and the wisdom it radiates, but replace gold, the most precious metal, with love, the most precious emotion…
Gold may be tone of or the greatest conductors of energy, I’m no scientist, but love IS the greatest conductor of parenting, and again I’m no scientist, but I am a father…
Thank you
