The Gold Repair

Lyrics

[Intro]
In the workshop of your mind, Ashikaga's bowl lies broken.

[Verse 1]
It's 1465, Kyoto's autumn chill at 15 degrees,
You hold the shattered chawan, edges sharp as forgotten fears.
Urushi lacquer in your jar, gold dust from the mines of Sado,
Mixed on a wooden palette, sticky under your fingers.
The bowl, once whole in Yoshimasa's hands, now fragments on tatami.
You whisper to it, dear vessel, your breaks are not the end.

[Chorus]
Gold repair, trace the fissures with aurum veins,
Kintsugi heart, neurons knitting in the quiet rain.
Embrace the wabi-sabi scar, stronger in the mend,
Resilience born from rupture, my love, begin again.

[Verse 2]
Bamboo brush dips slow, scent of resin fills the air,
Earthy tatami beneath, shoji screens let in the dawn.
No rush, wait for humidity, 70 percent in June's monsoon,
Cure the join with patience, like synapses firing new.
Unknown artisan, your hands anonymous in Muromachi scrolls,
Yet your art whispers to my mind's cracked porcelain soul.

[Bridge]
What was broken in the fall, a tea bowl from the shogun's shelf,
Now gleams with powdered gold, a map of survival itself.
Neural paths, rerouted, laced with dopamine's gentle fire,
In the deep, where shadows heal, rise from the pyre.

[Verse 3]
Miso soup steams nearby, rice grains stick to the bowl's kin,
You eat in breaks, feeling the cool ceramic reform.
No names in the records, no faces for the craft,
But the gold seams tell the tale, of strength drafted from draft.
Address the object, beloved, your imperfections shine,
In this room of sliding doors, rewrite the line.

[Outro]
The gold repair, eternal, in minds and bowls alike.
Kintsugi, my synapse, glow through the night.