Uncommon In Common

Perceive if you cannot the special In the common most and the trivial, If you can't love the old, young the same, Nor in a chipped-off vase same charm claim You may see in one of fair image, If you can no special beauty see In things old, age-withered and wobbly, Nor can love wrinkles of an old age By taking whole image at its prime, Seeing life as a work of fine art Crafted by the passing, fleeting time, Thence, heavy of head and light of heart, You cannot a piece of art admire As of art, and not one in a mart, Just as is, whereso is, and not tire. If there's no beauty in one's within, It's hard to find in whole world without, For, beauty in beholder is seen. Perfection— if it has its own clout, So has imperfection at its best, Is not an untended bare forest Nature's best of art at very crest? ____________________________________________________ Wabi-Sabi is Japanese art of imperfection based on a premise: the appreciable is not a model of high perfection like, say, a neatly trimmed garden. A little bit imperfection thrown in naturally adds to its beauty. _______________________________________ Reflections | 04.07.16 |