Visual Haiku

:A haiku is not a poem, it is not literature; it is a hand beckoning, 
:a door half-opened, a mirror wiped clean. It is a way of returning
:to nature, to our moon nature, our cherry blossom nature, our falling 
:leaf nature, in short, to our Buddha nature. It is a way in which 
:the cold winter rain, the swallows of evening, even the very day in 
:its hotness, and the length of the night, become truly alive, share 
:in our humanity, speak their own silent and expressive lanugage.
:~R.H.Blyth~ Haiku, Volume One
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
::::Why
::::Are some icicles long
::::Some short?
::::-Onitsura-
:We are poets and sages in so far as we 
:do not ask such questions, or rather ...
:in asking them we expect no answer and 
:do not desire one.
:To keep things in this state of wonder 
:and suspense, to want without desire to 
:love deeply without attachment, this is 
:the real part of all our living. 
:Then the different lengths of the icicles,
:the different heights of wooden pilings, 
:the difference between the sun and the
:moon, these things are of perpetual and 
:never-ending surprise, for ...
"A long thing is ...<BR>
the Long Body of Buddha;<BR>
A short thing is ...<BR>
the Short Body of Buddha."<BR>
-R.H.Blyth-<BR>
Haiku Vol4 Autumn/Winter
 
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