Thursday, July 5, 2012


This treasure was discovered in a bamboo thicket—
I washed the bowl in a spring and then mended it.
After morning meditation, I take my gruel in it;
At night, it serves me soup or rice.
Cracked, worn weather-beaten and misshapen
But still of noble stock!

—My Cracked Wooden Bowl by Taigu Ryokan

It's no secret I covet the deep indigo bowl that B. owns.
The color is from a long-ago collection that the artist has
since replaced with cheerful yellow. Any of the sea-glass
colored bowls from Brickett Davda would be a fine replacement!

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