October Marks The Anniversary

Its been a year since kintsukuroi happened. The bowl fell and formed again, Beautiful than before, Resilient and fragile simultaneously.   On this anniversary, It happened yet again, Even more smaller pieces, Even more intricate, The beautiful lines of gold, Fragile at the moment, Gradually turning cohesive with time, But not the same bowl anymore.

Whole is one

Red is not green, Green is not red. Yellow is not purple, Purple is not yellow. Yet.. All is one, The light.   Wind is not me, I am not wind. Yet.. I inhale… I am the wind, I exhale… the wind is me.   I am not you, You are not me. Yet.. Both […]