"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 is about the humility that emerges from a state of solitude, which in turn gives the ability to see through the superficial and connect with the truth. Free from embellishments, it seizes life in its rich raw details and is contemplative of things that are simple, and incorporate rustic beauty.
Sabi, on the other hand expresses quaintness and loneliness which accompanies aging. In the post-medieval Japanese vision of art, such old, disfigured and discarded items donned on a new symbolism, representing things touched by the auric grace of time.
Wabi Sabi, therefore, far from being slick and modern, is a quirky flea market piece, a hand-me-down heirloom, or an aged wooden floor, epitomizing simplicity, natural beauty, and a perfectly imperfect feel.
The story of Wabi Sabi finds its humble origin in the tale of Sen no Rikyu and his tea master Takeena Joo. Upon his master’s request, Rikyu cleans and rakes the garden to perfection, and as a final touch, shakes the cherry tree, allowing the flower petals to fall nonchalantly around the yard! This legend, in its quintessential simplicity, exemplifies the inherent poetry of Wabi Sabi, seeking to find a balance with a carefully designed insouciance. Both ikebana, the art of flower arrangement, and the 17-syllabled haiku are rooted in this tradition.
Broken shadows of tall elms
zigzagging down the footpath
and spilling onto the
narrow asphalt road...
Broken views from
cracked glass window,
ready to crawl in;
Broken remnants of
ancient monuments
filtering the evening sun,
summoning the banshees;
Broken frame, glued together,
holding a b-w photograph
of our parents on their wedding day.
Broken pieces of blue sky,
shimmering in a puddle
after the monsoon shower;
Broken floor uncovering
a steady file of Brahmin ants:
exposing the underworld;
Broken reflections of
snow-peaked mountains
rolling in the waves.
Broken, unfettered, and erratic,
ready to be something new,
something different and
explosively poetic...
ah! I yearn to be
a shard of that brokenness
to feel whole again.
Once again, you beautifully manifest your deep felt sense and confidence in timelessness.
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