Acorn by Yoko Ono is hard to describe but I shall do my best. It reminded me, in some ways, of a series of koans that invite the reader to meditate upon the truth. In another way, the very short essays are an invitation to play, suggesting the reader experiment with how we relate with our world, our home environment, how we experience our senses, and more. Intermixed with the very short pieces are images created by Ono herself, simple pointillism abstract forms which, like the written selections, seem to inspire a slowing down to reflect even when the image is evident in form, recognizable.
There is something both whimsical and profound about these pieces. Some of them border on self-help but not in the cliché way that so many books present a formulaic way of being. “Cleaning Piece I,” for instance, suggests a ritual that would be healing. Yes, many of the ideas are childlike but there are so many sages who have suggested that being childlike is the way to greater wisdom.
Yoko Ono isn’t giving any answers. She isn’t even asking questions. She’s opening doors. Walk through and you will find your own questions, your own answers, your own wisdoms. I have no doubt whatsoever that anyone who read this book closely, although it’s simple enough to skim, will experience profound personal and spiritual growth. It’s a treasure chest and what you’ll find inside is the best part of yourself.
I’m sorry that the copy I read was only a loan. This is a book I would love to own, to read over and over again, to share with others. A pure and simple joy to experience because this is not a book on merely reads and that is what makes it sublime.