The cup like the heart can be broken, no longer holds tea. Or as in the case of the broken heart, no longer holds love. Time to mend; repair, patch, fix, fix up, do up, doctor, put in repair, etc.etc. Each break or crack requires a specific repair.
Perhaps the skills of a doctor, or a shaman, or a priest, the plasterer, the brick layer, the plumber, the carpenter, the seamstress or other craftsmen? All await your call, and they are at the ready. Maybe the repair won't show, or if it does, one can always contemplate the imperfectness of all things, including you and me.
The rest will be up to you. When the heart is broken, go inside, see what is needed, in the quiet of the afternoon, you will make all final repairs. You will be good as new. Maybe even more beautiful than before.
It can happen in an instant
The clock stops
The silence afterward
August 7, 2017