A probe for perfection
Komorebi might be mundane
For a grass
But for humans a rare encounter
De mort imminente,
Perfect always a perception
Never a fact, they say,
Yet some find it in their habibi,
For others wabi sabi in different landscapes,
I sit on my bed cross-legged,
Wondering whether...
For a grass
But for humans a rare encounter
De mort imminente,
Perfect always a perception
Never a fact, they say,
Yet some find it in their habibi,
For others wabi sabi in different landscapes,
I sit on my bed cross-legged,
Wondering whether...