Beauty in the "Ugly"
On Learning to Look Twice
The rotting log that splits beneath the rain
reveals a world of moss and beetle-wing,
a chapel built from dampness and from pain
where fungal threads like chandeliers still cling.
The crow that no one paints in golden light
still carries dawn across its coal-dark back,
a moving prism hidden within night,
reflecting every color humans lack.
The wrinkled hand, the crooked city street,
the weed that cracks the sidewalk into bloom,
they never learned that they should be discreet,
they simply grew to fill whatever room.
Perhaps the ugly’s just a door left closed,
and beauty waits for those who stay composed.
Wabi-sabi my friend wabi-sabi
I often find more beauty in the broken, displaced and disheveled parts of life
Its what makes it beautiful in my mind
That fungal threads like chandeliers line made me grin~ because it’s such a weirdly pretty picture and it feels true without trying too hard.