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The Haiku is, paradoxically, a poem about silence. Its very core is silence.
~ Br. David Steindl-Rast
In his book, A Listening Heart: The Spirituality of Sacred Sensuousness, Br. David Steindl-Rast writes:
The Haiku is, paradoxically, a poem about silence. Its very core is silence. There is probably no shorter poetic form in world literature than the classical Haiku with its seventeen syllables and, yet. The masters put these seventeen syllables down with a gesture of apology, which makes it clear that the words merely serve the silence. All that matters is the silence. The Haiku is a scaffold of words; what is being constructed is a poem of silence; and when it is ready, the poet gives a little kick, as it were, to the scaffold. It tumbles, and silence alone stands.
We can almost hear the first big raindrops falling one by one. But this is already the moment after the decisive one; the moment after the one that held its breath in limitless anticipation. This is not a poem about rain, but about the silence before the rain. A strange poem, the Haiku! It zeroes in on the here and now which is nowhere. It celebrates the all-oneness of aloneness in all the bliss of its poignant pain. It stakes out territory for discovery precisely where life is most daily. And while setting up landmarks of adventure, it wipes out its own footprints. It denies itself. For it shoots words like arrows at the target of silence. Every word that hits the mark returns to the silence out of which it has come.
The Practice
Today we invite you to explore silence around and within your haiku. How might every word that speaks to us then return to the silence from which it has arisen, leaving us touched but not taken away from our experience?
This is an experiment in full-bodied listening. An exploration of the silence through which words (and all else) arise. Don’t think too much about this but rather tap into the open space of wonder as you play with words and how words coexist with the absence of words. If it helps to reread the passage by Br. David above a few times and feel into what he is pointing at, please do.
When you are ready, write your haiku in a notebook and/or share it below along with any reflections about your experience.
Enjoy the full eight-day Exploring Haiku practice.
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A serene wind flows
Catching sunlight on the pond
Hungry osprey dives.
A sudden cool wind
In desert monsoon season
Then, distant thunder
Inhale, wave pulls back
Exhale, soft crashing on sand
My breath times itself
Listen to the dark
Comfort abounds from within
Pleasure exists in noise
a place to embrace
fall into familiar arms
a refuge a home
first hot sun of spring
beats down on winter white skin
smell rain on west wind
Into nothingness
Disquiet or luxurious
It’s in your being
The power of silence
It is like The Eye of the storm
The calm in calamity
Deafening silence
Be like snow, silent and cold
Awaken stupor
Luxurious silence
Indeed a grand finale
Live well and leave well
Infinity view
The sea kiss the crimson sky
Luxurious silence
A THUNDEROUS CLAP
Shakes the house
and rumbles by
Silence is shattered
Soon after the storm
The stillness returns and I
pull my covers up.
cool air
the owl prays
the blushing moon
Words filling in the embarrasing silence,
embarrasing me.
We’re on a holidays trip.
My husband is outgoing, while I’m introvert.
I’m at ease with silence if I feel I have nothing to share. My husband likes saying something provocative, to see people reactions, to avoid silence & boredoom. I felt embarrassed by the things he said today. I know silence embarrass many people as well.
Winters nighttime sky
stars sparkling brilliantly
crystal clear silence
your scream
looks like a yawn
to a deaf person
I can visualize and not hear this at the same time…
Lovely
Night watch at sea.
Sails gently flap.
Dolphins pass by in swirls of blue light.
noises within and out
while centering my prayer
just let them float on
The deep blue sky
just is..
No need for proclamation.
Puppy swallows soft
Stretches one leg, then one more
Swallows again. Sleeps.
Morning mist
rises from the river
dancing in the atmosphere
I enjoy my drive along the rivers edge.. the sunlight dances on the water and the mist from the river rises to meet the day.
you never knew me
when we were together and
how i love you now
+
no longer banished
alone in mausoleum
alive within me
Thank you for this beautiful remembrance of my husband’s passing, and our lives together. in my own personal experience, I might change that first line to “I never knew you” and leave the rest as it is: perfect.
Choice of mine today
Notifications turned off
Sweet silence, no dings.
Silence Space Air Time
Noise replaced by nothingness.
Dwell within silence.
A musical rest
Silence with notes on both sides.
Hear the difference.
Pregnant pause, building
Accumulated force waits
Cradled in silence
Cacophony’s serenade
This vivid display
Prelude to peace
Quiet tired day
Not so silent birds singing
Wind makes empty space
Slowly change happens
Ends become beginnings
Quickly all is now different
Shards of color litter the walk–
one pansy stands alone
the hail forgotten in the rainbow
The peach tree hums quietly
As the bees go about
their daily chores
Between dynamics
Opens a space of silence
Pregnant with chances
Mother is uncovered
Her whisper is
Sheltered as the awning.
The sandy beach is glistening
The palms wade along
The birds suckle the honey
Smiles are raw
The pitch is high
Branches wade in the waters
Blooms the tulips
Pastels paint the textures
Raindrops dew the landscapes.
At the end of the day
Silent meditation
Feeds my soul
Pools of ochre
Soulful eyes speak to me
No words, only love
Leaves clap
stillness
urged to take
one more
encore
As I sit in my house quietly looking out the window, the leaves look like they’re clapping to a silent performance asking for an encore.
Mid-afternoon rest,
spring’s gentle southern breeze
invokes peaceful dreams.
A day of prayer
no time to articulate
God’s gifted silence
Waterfalls transport
thunder misted tales flowing
silence of the scene
Serving the Silence
Offering hands to weed, mulch
Listening to Poppies sing with my eyes
Heart praying quiet gratitude.
Old man cannot hear
Yet sitting on the park bench
Springtime becomes him
I am motivated by a picture of Irish poet Patrick Kavanagh’s statue along the Grand Canal in Dublin, Ireland.
my ears ring
the first drops make ripples
that ring & ring
Someone else is up
Listening to breakfast sounds
Glad we’ll share the day
Clouds move above them
Sacrifice this moment now
Savor simple breath
Wind in the trees,
waves lap the beach,
an osprey cries.
~~
After the vibrant
presence of another being
silence.
The second one captures that post presence silence beautifully
Seeds are planted in silence
Plants grow in silence
Silence IS
Nature enfolds us in Wisdom.
Silence is our Teacher.
Shut up, please.
Ears are grateful.
Flames engulfing,
gathered, watching…
In silence we stand.
Letters and words climb
onto the page from inside
nowhere. Who sent them?
nowhere now here
counting seconds shhhhh
hearing her painful inhale
she is still with us
now the stillness within
Shafts of sunlight stretch
into smoldering darkness
stardust swirls within ~
early morning birdsong
juliennes dreams into
a path to daylight
Golden silent air
Pressing humid heat of day
Graceful finch flutters
Still harbor waters
become a rushing river
white-capped, whirling winds ~
Branches blowing, cars roll by.
Sun gleams off metal rims.
Cool air flowing in, a distant humming;
sad inside,
today.
Fireflies
flushed crystals
rise.
Painfully
the scar drinks sparks
too late
Fragrance at dawn
valley sings permeating fields
in their dreams.
friendly hummingbird
I await
your busy silent presence
Listen more
Talk less
The sounds of silence…
Owls fly
From perch to perch
On silent wings
Warming campfire blaze
Crackling flames tell ancient tales
Fur-wrapped men in caves.
Smoke and embers
Ignite sorrow in every land
Notre Dame’s ashes.
One is listening
To the music of the stars.
The answer deafens.
Sun shining on me
I awake to a new day
Nature calls to me
Wake to quiet house
Yawn.Stretch. Smile. Give thanks.
You’ve made it another day.
Coffee cup in hand,
I take the first sip — Ah! I smile
In the morning quiet.
deep silence
the shrill of cicadas
seeps into rocks
—Matsuo Bashō
(1644–94)
Up early today
First contemplation
After busy dreaming night
This was just going to be a title then haiku: there it is! Here is what came to mind upon first reading today’s exercise.
The space between thoughts
Ground, path, result
Refuge in every step
knj
4/16/19
Spring has sprung today,
lots of noisy, noisy birds.
And silence beyond.
Silence gives meaning
Context, contrast, communion
Being expression.
offering candles—
rows of tiny lights. Sun streams
through the ruined roof.
My ears are alert
To the tiniest sound wave
Only my head rings
Silence between notes
Sometimes brief sometimes long
Turn sound into music
Empty sky
A bird wings through
No spire to land on
Daddy does not but
she waits patiently trusting
the world now has claws
April’s sun, rain, meet
winter-washed branch, dead grass:
wonderment of green.
Skim the flattest stone
Leaps across the vast-wide-deep
potential ripples