Whiteness–– / ghosts and snow / crossing the road Yugen–– Beauty suffused with ineffable mystery. In a world of one color all possibilities exist–– past, present, and future converge in the moments we inherit. Our breaths fly with the ghosts and the snow, blurring the distinctions between realms–– crossing our paths, filling our tracks, indifferent to…
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The Heirloom Bowl
hard winter rain–– / with every drip / the heirloom bowl rings Hermitage A Haiku Journal Volume II 2005 Fueki ryuko --changing and unchanging. An old house whose aging roof leaks, now so badly that every rice bowl is in use catching drips, until a treasured bowl is all that is left. The world intrudes-…
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The Same Dream
As the eyes in the room were watching for chicanery on my part, the pendulum slowly began to stir. My hands were still. To everyone’s delight the pendulum seemed to move with a determination of its own, back and forth- just across the poem at first, in the small space of the letters, and then beyond…
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The Larger Work
Whiteness!––/ moonlight on the branches / on the moon Our perception changes, and things appear differently simultaneously. One branch lit by the moon, another darkened as it crosses its path. In balance, moonlight illuminating the material world, elevating it into light. While the moon and branch are connected, the perception implies a convergence of the…
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