Hello Goodbye

You say yes, I say no / You say stop, and I say go, go, go / Oh, no / You say goodbye and I say hello BEATLES

I'll be away, in wabi-sabi mode, from this blog for a few weeks, so I wish all bloggers, blogreaders and cyberspace wabi-sabians a wonderful month of August. Remember to live it to the full and drink it to the lees. For one thing's for sure, there won't be another August 2010. Ever. Ciao for now!

Since impermanence and creative lostness are two characteristic wabi-sabi signatures, I leave you with these two quotes:

Nought may endure but Mutability. SHELLEY

Getting lost is our best defence against being lost. ADAM PHILLIPS

Wabi-Sabi

a rounded pot
curved like the crescent moon:
tints of leaf and stone

a peacock's feather
impossibly iridescent:
the third eye

glass fragments
worn into what they are:
shards of time

a bird's nest
cupping a cracked egg:
thin as paper

sparse brush strokes
hint a vision:
unfinished symphony

summer's pinnacle
lush green, a perfect blue:
evanescent as dust motes or shadows

This poem is nothing special - just something I scribbled down on a piece of paper I had in my pocket on a country walk this morning. But I think it captures something I wanted to say about wabi-sabi, a subject under discussion on George's blog at the moment.