Do not harm this little hut
Perched in summer trees. ~ Basho*
Driving on a frontage road – a historical site – abandoned
The Narrow Road to Oku
Trans: Donald Keene
With one who does not speak his every thought
I spent a pleasant evening. ~ Hyakuchi*
Things wabi-sabi have a vague, blurry, or attenuated quality—as things do as they approach nothingness (or come out of it). One-hard edges take on a soft pale glow. Once-substantial materiality appears almost sponge-like. Once-bright saturated colors fade into muddy earth tones or the smoky hues of dawn and dust. Wabi-sabi comes in an infinite spectrum of grays…**
This week’s WordPress.com Weekly Photo Challenge submission: a barn in southeastern Wyoming
*The Moon in the Pines
Trans: Jonathan Clements
**Wabi-Sabi for Artist, designers, Poets, & Philosophers
The remarkable thing about deja vu, or other vivid experiences of recollection,
is that they are vested with significances that we cannot put into words.
At an earlier time, whatever happened might have seemed important, or might not.
But the recollection is charged with relevance, and tears flow for no reason.
Robert Aitken, A Zen Wave