KINTSUGI – Miraculous Chawan
Created in fire, Then thrown to the ground, Broken into pieces! An inferior Chawan, Not worthy of being used In the dirt, wind and rain Buried for 400 years Worthless rubbish. Oww, a hoe hit my head Threw me into the air And onto the dirt Nuisance in the rice field! Gentle hands pick me up, Take me home, wash me. Joined to other broken pieces With gold, reborn as A beautiful new Chawan Gilded and precious People cradle me, admire me. Bring their lips to me To sip delicious macha. Cherished, happy to be cherished, I want to live For another hundred years, Maybe forever.