when we were whole
you could see it in our eyes,
our cheeks full,
our innocence
shining unabashedly in our smile.
when we were whole
we could smell
wet
fresh
dewy grass
cradled by the damp soft earth
watching clouds
and sky
blue.
when we were whole
we didn’t yet know of the world like we
do now
everything conceptual
“out there”.
when we were whole
our shyness was
genuine, spontaneous
we moved with childlike confidence in the world of our lives.
when we were whole
we spoke the truth
from the heart
untainted by the bitter seeds of experience.
when we were whole
did we know of our wholeness?
it seems our lack of self awareness
gained only when we shattered.
I read once in a book of Tao
that the Tao once shattered in being born here on earth
and is continually finding its way to wholeness
ever since.
is this our destiny?
to return to wholeness
after being fragmented
into a million pieces?
is that my destiny?
is it possible
to know wholeness
once again
after being born into this world
shattered like glass?
fragmented?
or are we destined
Kintsugi
forever marked by birth
and experience.
the Tao also says that it is the
space
emptiness
that makes the vessel
so perhaps
wholeness is something of
an entirety
something that can never truly be
lost
nor found
nor gained.
when I was whole
I was becoming.
when I shattered
I think I was still whole
even if
I could not see
feel
or taste
all of the pieces.
~ jenn m plotnikoff april/27/2025 (copywrite)