wabi sabi is
the potter’s love made to clay
thrown then discarded: timid.
gentle hands gliding
slide along slickly spinning
clay, coaxing, shaping each curve.
you well up inside
me, spilling, filling each crack—
molten flowing kintsugi.
true love laced with de—
sire, ever-renewed source:
inspiration, guiding light.
Muser's log: Stardate Indefinite 