i went everywhere
Temples
Mosques
Churches
Monasteries
and asked the divine
what ceramics were used
to craft my heart
people run toward the design
drawn to the color
the pattern
the surface
something i cannot show them
though science names it
anatomy makes it clear
but when something breaks
it simply breaks
cracks like earthenware
and changes the whole design of a face
perhaps our faces reveal
the condition of our hearts
in that case
i will wear a smile
to show the world be happy
for sadness is no luxury at all
prayers and meditation
keep me focused
shape me like pottery on a wheel
i feel the divine adding
heavenly material into those cracks
making what broke
stronger
perhaps the design on other faces
is not what the heart truly holds
i don’t have the answer
some things remain
undefined
unrefined
and perhaps
that is exactly
what we are



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