Little Things
Loss of little things
Pinpricks of impermanence
Paper cuts still sting
-a.r.
Painting: Broken Chinese Porcelain by Jan Teunissen
Loss of little things
Pinpricks of impermanence
Paper cuts still sting
-a.r.
Painting: Broken Chinese Porcelain by Jan Teunissen
~ by April on December 4, 2015.
Posted in Death, Family, Friendship, Humanity, Identity, Loss, Meditation, Poetry, Twitter, Whimsy
Tags: Haiku, Impermanence, Loss, Poetry, Zen
Ah, broken things.
Inspired by your post about your broken mug. Was that a repost? This is a repost, but was originally inspired by a post of yours, so it felt right to repost it in response again.
Actually it was a reworked tweet from about a year ago. Delighted to inspire.
I think I just accidentally stole your title. Didn’t consciously intend to, must have been an unconscious choice…sorry about that.
I like the connection and the unconscious choice. Otherwise I would have insisted on compensation. Smiles.
Ha ha…blushing to spite myself. It was an aphorism in response to a life event…but then after I wrote it I realized that it mirrored/connected to what you wrote. I know how you hate those who steal your words…didn’t want to incur your wrath. 😉
You are the last person who I would ever accuse of stealing my words. You have no need. Yours a far better than mine. So my anger would be feigned. Smiles.
That’s sweet of you.
My admiration is real. Smiles.
Thank you, I doubt I deserve it too much. But I appreciate it. (Sorry for the late response…was caught up in a football game.)
There is never a need for apologies. You do not belong to me. Sadly. Smiles.
(You might want to delete this comment)
Ha Ha. I see no need to delete. I refuse to let myself feel shame or embarrassment about any consensual exploration of human body, sexuality, or connection. Too many others are censoring…I will not. 🙂
Good