Kodama
Shohin
After years of wear and tear I recently underwent spine surgery and couldnt help but correlate that experience with the bonsai journey. Please enjoy this poem as some of you might relate. I generated using AI with reiterative prompting.
I, Bonsai
Twisted, contorted, by pain’s cruel hand,
Like a bonsai shaped by design’s demand.
Years of wear and tear carved deep,
Until one day, the break ran steep—
A branch too bent, too fast to bear,
Snapped beneath the weight of care.
My spine, like a twisted trunk, did strain,
L5 disc torn, enduring the pain.
I waited, with patience, grit, and will,
Through agony’s grip, standing still.
Like a drought-stricken tree longs for the rains,
I sought relief from deep-rooted pains.
Restored by the hands of modern skill,
Like the bonsai shaped by the master’s will.
With care and strength, I found my way,
Back to the form I am today.
For like the bonsai, bent with grace,
I, too, found beauty in this place—
Where the truest form is finally known,
Through healing hands, I have grown.
I, Bonsai
Twisted, contorted, by pain’s cruel hand,
Like a bonsai shaped by design’s demand.
Years of wear and tear carved deep,
Until one day, the break ran steep—
A branch too bent, too fast to bear,
Snapped beneath the weight of care.
My spine, like a twisted trunk, did strain,
L5 disc torn, enduring the pain.
I waited, with patience, grit, and will,
Through agony’s grip, standing still.
Like a drought-stricken tree longs for the rains,
I sought relief from deep-rooted pains.
Restored by the hands of modern skill,
Like the bonsai shaped by the master’s will.
With care and strength, I found my way,
Back to the form I am today.
For like the bonsai, bent with grace,
I, too, found beauty in this place—
Where the truest form is finally known,
Through healing hands, I have grown.
