His eyes are silent
And his mind even more so
Connect to the source

oh.. veecee - you beat me..

but i post it anyway


his eyes are silent
movies playing magic scenes
from a life undone

from [a] life undone
to a life completely lived
what is the secret

what is the secret
to the way nightinggales sing?
a cry in the night

a cry in the night
heaven above and below
I hear the silence

I hear the silence
My beating heart seeks stillness
I am not here now

I am not here now
Nor ever was, nor will be...
A loon calls at dusk

A loon calls at dusk
a sweet sound, it stops my mind
the fruit has ripened

The fruit has ripened
and ascends to heaven's gate
"I" am left behind...

"I" am left behind...
To ponder my existence
In the emptiness

In the emptiness
All is revealed to me
What is hidden now?

What is hidden now?
Asking what is hidden now,
nothing is revealed.

nothing is revealed
only icicles dripping
into a puddle

That's because they wrote about what they were interacting with, and we write about what we are interacting with.

I wouldn't attempt to write a stylistically Chinese-identical haiku in English in any event because it's absolutely impossible --
a haiku is a visual image first and foremost, its calligraphy is part of its overall artistic design. It is really an exquisite multimedia art form, and it is impossible to replicate in any Romano-Germanic or Slavic or Finnish-Urdu, etc., language. Written Chinese was being developed as, among other things, a form of art for millennia. Written English is anything but. (I'm aware of only one American poet who attempted to draw pictures by shaping the lines of his poems into an image -- George Starbuck. He's an excellent and complex and therefore nearly universally unknown poet -- I believe by far the best American poet of the 20th century -- but still this attempt of his at doing art with the written English text is laughable.)

Emperor Kangxi, when the Jesuit missionaries showed him the holy bible for the first time, couldn't believe it's their sacred book. "The lines look as though they were left by a bunch of cockroaches scurrying across a dusty table," he said. He meant no disrespect, in fact he opened China to Christian missionaries for the first time in history -- he was just commenting on the visual impact of the pages.

very interesting
i think yet another principle was not putting the self inside it, just merely hinting it, as there was someone to observe the scene, but you couldnt tell how was that person...

A little like this perhaps....

into a puddle
the raindrops begin to fall
reflection distorts

reflection distorts
the spontaneously nature
of the haiku fun

Anyone?

I assume that the visual impact was all that he could relate to unless he could read the Euro language without translation

Reflection distorts
puddles are but stepping stones
Lightning but signposts

Lightning but sign posts.
Difficult line to follow
A bird plays it's form.

Imprints left behind
by cockroaches in the dust
what meaning is there

How about -

Cockroaches scamper
tiny marks on wind blown sand
A new path made clear

Nice 1

I love this thread, apologies to the people who have to read my poems

.........mmm.......

a new path made clear
forever coming never
leaving all ways there

leaving all ways there
I take the road less travelled
the path of power

the path of power
is tread to where? and by whom?
Kui Xing shines above

Kui Xing shines above,
my tea reflects its flavor:
lemon and honey

Lemon and honey
the latter like the soma
dripping to my heart

dripping to my heart
Jade dew follows the pathway
sinking my focus

sinking my focus
into the lower dantien
the cat stalks his prey

The cat stalks his prey.
Forward, back, left and right, balance.
What can escape from this.

What can escape from this
One never attacks
sticking only to disappear

One never attacks
that which it cannot escape
Face the inevitable

Face the inevitable
but do not forget
we write the future ourselves

Do not forget that
we write the future ourselves
Be open to it

Fishing for complements
Mind straying far from the path
Which way salvation




Be open to It
It will be open to you
Discombobulation

Discombobulate
Prepare and then incarnate
Before it's too late

Before it's too late
Time is imagination
Can you hear the wind

Can you hear the wind
in the wings of a sparrow?
A Starbucks scone crumbs.

A Starbucks scone crumbs.
A giraffe looks for the moon
I coffee no more

"I? Coffee no more!
I go for the inner bliss;
and feel enlightened."

And feel enlightened
Sitting and sipping my tea
Sweet serenity

Sweet serenity
slipping into nothingness
I begin anew

I begin anew
As the phoenix from the ash
Must not smoke in bed!

LOL... when I was 16 I set my bed on fire by not following this rule. There's nothing in the world nastier than a smothering matterss. You don't detect it fast enough -- on the outside there's this tiny little hole but inside it starts developing a volcano. I only noticed that something was wrong when my bum got hot for no reason I was aware of...

Must not smoke in bed! --
the only anti-smoking
truth you'll ever hear.

Truth you'll ever hear

One Ear to our mother earth

T'other in the wind

T'other in the wind
Tumbleweed tumbling 'long
Ever on and on

ever on and on
tumbleweed tubling makes me
feel like changing scene



(error error "me" - bleep bleep!!)

Feel like changing scene...
Floyd: "hot air for the cool breeze,
cold comfort for change?"