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Haiku - The Gentle Art of
Disappearing
Gabriel Rosenstock
outside the Guggenheim
the shape
of real trees
a magpie
sipping beakfuls
of its latest image
sun shower -
flowers, weeds, stones
drenched in enlightenment
three stabs at nothing!
the heron shakes its head
in disbelief
with his one good hand
a scarecrow
points to the moon
a pigeon cooing to itself
until it no longer
has a self
pale yellow sound –
putting out the candle
another moth spared
ah! gently mounting
each other
August evening clouds
did her eyes watch
that little danse macabre?
decapitated hen
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gabriel rosenstock
the haiku moment : an
alchemic mingling
in which you disappear
Since the Greek word for poetry, poiesis,
means to make
it seems fitting to include here some fine samples of the art of
making-with-words.
Gabriel Rosenstock's haiku are exquisite makings, evoking imagery
and emotion as effectively as any visual language.
The following notes are from Gabriel's book
Haiku: The Gentle Art of Disappearing
and are used with his generous permission.
Haiku ...
One-breath poetry, traditionally 17 syllables (5-7-5), now increasingly practised outside Japan as a free-style form, usually in three lines. It
owes its impact and inspiration to a meditative flash in which the
experiencer of the haiku moment merges suddenly with perceived
phenomena.
Disappearing in the haiku moment ... Think about moments of
flow, ordinary or extraordinary events in your
life in which you have experienced flow: it may have been entering
another dimension while dancing, or when engaged in some aesthetic
pursuit – music, pottery or painting; it may have been lovemaking, or
the highlight of some athletic activity, or simply watching the dawn, or
the stars, in some exotic location. You needn’t shine as athlete,
hill-walker or lover, no need to book a trip to Kerala or Kerry. You can
flow now with haiku, like water, like a cloud.
It is your static, self-conscious, unflowing self which makes you so stolidly visible, so
permanently present to others and to yourself. Disappear for a while.
True haikuists will show you the way because they have developed a
magnetic capacity to attract the haiku moment. What is the haiku moment?
Nothing more than an alchemic mingling and fusion of essences in which
you disappear. Become the cloud! Become the water, the breeze that moves
them!
Do not resist
The journey’s flow
And you will find yourself at
One
With the mysterious unity of the
Universe …
~
Chuang Tzu
The haikuist can disappear first
thing in the morning, last thing at night, each haiku moment being a
cleansing of the heart, a stilling of the mind, a vanishing. Where is
the sane man or woman who, deep down, desires an unclean heart, an
unstilled mind?
Disappearing in light …
The haikuist’s focus is such
that the interconnectedness of all things
becomes radiantly apparent.
From self-infatuation to selflessness ...
One is grossly visible in the world – to the world and to
oneself – when one suffers from self-infatuation, self-engrossment,
self-importance. Haiku is a streaming into the light in which
self-infatuation cannot exist. The pure and purifying action of the
haiku moment causes us to dissolve into another dimension.
And who or what are we then? Creatures of light. Nothing more. Nothing less.
And though we may return to the chiaroscuro of life, we are changed.
We have, briefly, known our brilliant
nature.
The self has been sloughed and only Self remains.
The eccentric monk Ikkyu compressed
incredible energy into astounding poems and beautiful haiku. This energy
came from disappearing into the void. He too was drifting, on Lake Biwa,
near Kyoto, when suddenly – Caaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw! – a crow shatters the
silence and Ikkyu disappears in boundless satori.
The same crow might have had no effect
whatsoever on him a few seconds earlier or a few seconds later.
Disappearing happens unexpectedly, out of the blue. It’s a type of
spontaneous combustion.
Everything that is out there is also
within.
One might say there is a cosmos without
and a cosmos within.
In the haiku moment they are drawn together as one,
each and every time.
And, over time, the distinction becomes less and less.
What a great gift is this grace we call haiku.
Do accept it.
~ Gabriel Rosenstock
Find more of Gabriel's poetry at the
Poetry Chaikana website.
Please also visit
the artisans' pages
where Gabriel joins in creative collusion with photographer Ron
Rosenstock
to produce what they term
photo-haiga - a combination of haiku and
image.
Unless otherwise
attributed, all haiku on this page
are by Gabriel Rosenstock.
They are from a collection called
"A Glimpse of a God"
used with permission
a glimpse of a god
in the eyes of the cat
following a moth
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Haiku Enlightenment
Gabriel Rosenstock
Achill island
oyster catchers
gawping at tourists
all that’s left of the night
two crows
on a branch
about to vanish
in the morning sky
orphaned moon
the pigeon’s mate has flown
still he struts
chest puffed out
nipple-pink
the unripe
raspberries–
evening sunshine –
graveyard midges
Christ, how they bite!
from what unknowable universe
beyond Hubble –
the cat’s green stare
artisans
chuang-tzu
hui-neng
original face
seeing without shadows
subtle sideways
seeing
the art
of seeing
the eyeless eye
the way of nen
the wonder of wonder
wildsight -
the innocent eye
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