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
seeing
you were thirsting for
ignored, bypassed
then
wabi sabi
begins to return your life to you
one bit of imperfection
at a time
Copyright Michael Douglas Scott
The Ace Hotel Notebook 