wabi sabi

that which sings

in harmony with nature

a life lived full

where the hypotenuse

and the epicycle

are shunned for what they are

and time is your own

to serve, perhaps convey

or ponder

its nature or existence

wabi sabi

the craftsman’s hand

the painter’s eye

the poet’s song

can catch you

open a door

to a way of being


you were thirsting for

ignored, bypassed


wabi sabi

begins to return your life to you

one bit of imperfection

at a time

Copyright Michael Douglas Scott