Wabi-Sabi, I Am Imperfect Beauty Poem by Lovita Morang

Wabi-Sabi the aesthetics of imperfect beauty

I am imperfect beauty, in Sanboin I exist
as aesthetics of Wabi-Sabi
The sense of serene serenades in me
A melancholy of sort, constructed melancholy, Mujo
Constructed imperfections
Ku-what collides in this emptiness in this impermanence
Wabi-Sabi do look into me
Wabi-Sabi the world pours out this beauty
Wabi-Sabi I looked for you everywhere
Wabi-Sabi do visit my country.
Dum maaro dum is a song
A cinema of a wabi-Sabi woman.
Filmsy but fact is this
Yet nature allows what marvellous
Something makes something, something out of something
Wabi-Sabi repairs the pairs
The withered works of wonder
700years of understanding this emptiness,
I enter, my first step into Satori, a story of chaste
Painted on pottery, reading over cups of tea ceremony
Patina process out of iron wrought or things rot and rust
The hidden hungry Dragon, Wabi in Rhododendron Forest, top
Finds tristy blyth's Tragopan flock and flutter, Sabi robed bottom
These nothing last forever, yet nothing is last
till last breathe, breast of longings, brave in breadth, a must
Wabi- Sabi, imperfect beautyshall nurture this universe of love,vast
-Lovita J R Morang
Inspired by Dum maaro dum girl by Dear happiest Poet Donall Dempsey London thumakda in India.💐❤🕊