My Cracked Wooden Bowl Poem by Taigu Ryokan
My Cracked Wooden Bowl
This treasure was discovered in a bamboo thicket --
I washed the bowl in a spring and then mended it.
After morning meditation, I take my gruel in it;
At night, it serves me soup or rice.
Cracked, worn, weather-beaten, and misshapen
But still of noble stock!
'sabi' is here in all its fundamental aspects.. the ''rustic patina' :)
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4/18/2024 12:41:05 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'' The concept 'sabi' carries not only the meaning ‘aged’ —in the sense of ‘ripe with experience and insight’ as well as ‘infused with the patina that lends old things their beauty’— but also that of tranquility, aloneness, deep solitude '' (Horst Hammitzsch)