A coffee mug is given, attachment kicks in,
Parting from it now, seems almost a sin.
Clinging to gains is natural, and so is aversion to loss,
The more mugs you covet, the more life goes for a toss.
You take a sip from the mug, your joy knows no bound,
Pleasure is inevitable, don't let it into mania compound.
A slight slip and the mug breaks, this hurt too shall pass,
You can perhaps apply gold, and make it a whole new class.
You dazzle your friends with your Kintsugi art, don't let praise get to your head,
If they blamed you for the accident instead, would you rather be dead?
Over time the repaired mugs on your shelf, seal your fate as an artist of note,
But that you broke the mugs in the first place, people censure and you careless vote.
Don't let the eight worldly winds blow you offtrack, remain centered and calm,
Loosen your grip on the mugs, just let them float with ease balanced on a drunkard's palm.
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