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Wabi Sabi

6/12/2014

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I do not remember
      Your gentle gathering
           slowly matching fragment
          to fragment,
     Your spacious patience
          holding each piece in place
          until it would stay on its own,
     Your very Self -
          Gold poured
          into the cracks of my being.
but I remember the day
     I saw the golden gleaming
     and recognized
     Light, Grace, You
     my beautiful broken self.
Another advent retreat (Illuminated - Jan Richardson) and a resonating discussion about Wabi Sabi:  "When the Japanese mend broken objects, the aggrandize the damage by filling the cracks with gold.  They believe that when something has suffered damage and has a history, it becomes more beautiful."  - Billie Mobaed '
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