The palm at the end of the mind, beyond the last thought, rises in the bronze distance. A gold feathered bird sings in the palm, without human meaning, without human feeling, a foreign song. You know then that it is not the reason that makes us happy or unhappy.
The bird sings. Its feathers shine. The palm stands on the edge of space. The wind moves slowly in the branches. The bird's fire-fangled feathers dangle down.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

A Beauty of Things Imperfect

Wabi-sabi is a beauty of things imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete. 

It is a beauty of things modest and humble. 

It is a beauty of things unconventional...


Wabi-sabi is ambivalent about separating beauty from non-beauty or ugliness. The beauty of wabi-sabi is, in one respect, the condition of coming to terms with what you consider ugly. Wabi-sabi suggests that beauty is a dynamic event that occurs between you and something else. Beauty can spontaneously occur at any moment given the proper circumstances, context, or point of view. Beauty is thus an altered state of consciousness, an extraordinary moment of poetry and grace.

-- Leonard Koren Wabi-Sabi for Artists, Designers, Poets & Philosophers
Posted by at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)