Wabi-sabi
In this world,
we are all transients,
traveling to the beat
of a mortal drum,
on a latent path
that only the souls
can see,
waiting for that moment
when we give back
our borrowed light.
Like a star,
we can shed our light
in the night
and lose our radiance
in the day,
to depend on the sun,
because, it is through this
that we realize,
we are not perfect
and we are interdependent.
When we get broken,
we need someone to repair us.
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