Tuesday, March 3, 2015

like biting timber
like biting an Amazon
- biting Brazil nuts.

Sunday, December 7, 2014

A twirling leaf
- from which to which world
does it fall?

Saturday, December 6, 2014

I cleansed the mirror
of my heart… now it reflects
the moon.

Renseki, 1789

May the rain green valley
be a bowl 
that overflows with you

Friday, March 21, 2014

distant islands -
palmed, hidden,
as if in magicians' fists

Thursday, November 7, 2013

the suburbs 
turn purple
- jacarandas

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Here among the thirty thousand days 
of a long life, 
a single day stands still.
-Donald Hall

Wednesday, July 17, 2013


Like dew drops
on a lotus leaf
I vanish.

-Senryu, 1826

Tuesday, June 25, 2013


This world
a fading mountain echo
void and unreal.


Tuesday, May 14, 2013


Is there or not
the dream I forgot
before dawn.

- Jorge Luis Borges

Tuesday, April 9, 2013


one line of wild geese -
stamps the moon
on the mountain’s edge
- Buson

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

What makes good art

Talent’s just an instrument. It’s like having a pen that works instead of one that doesn’t. I’m not saying I’m able to work consistently out of the premise, but it seems like the big distinction between good art and so-so art lies somewhere in the art’s heart’s purpose, the agenda of the consciousness behind the text. It’s got something to do with love. With having the discipline to talk out of the part of yourself that can love instead of the part that just wants to be loved. I know this doesn’t sound hip at all.
- David Foster Wallace


When autumn winds blow
not one leaf remains
the way it was.
- Togyo

Monday, March 18, 2013

Yosa Buson

the sound of the bell,
as it leaves the bell.

Monday, March 11, 2013

Besieged without warning.
I surrender without a fight
- rain in the deep of night

Wednesday, February 20, 2013


Bach through an open
dawn window —
the birds are silent

Jack Kerouac, “Book of Haikus”

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

The frog's call sounds like
hard river stones struck together
in the soft water.
Alarm going off somewhere.
What world have I broken into,
at this ungodly hour?


Winter solitude—
in a world of one color
the sound of wind.


Thursday, January 24, 2013


Broken and broken
again on the sea,
the moon so easily mends

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

The Two Cosmoses

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.

Sunday, December 30, 2012

A stone will be born
from utter fragility
- peach blossom

Friday, December 28, 2012

Pure white lotuses
on the lake of remoteness
- clouds are cool inside

Sunday, December 23, 2012

Snow flakes falling, flake by flake
Each flake falls
in its proper place.

-Zen haiku

Friday, December 21, 2012


What is the heart of this old monk like?
A gentle wind
Beneath the vast sky.


Thursday, December 20, 2012

A revelation!
the bush's hidden heart -
sudden headlights.

Friday, July 6, 2012

Though quick to wither,
you exude Eternity -
gardenia bloom.

Friday, June 15, 2012

Over the mown oval,
vacant in the midday haze,
a breeze blows unnoticed.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Dark green inferno
turning the past to ashes -
the conifer tree

Thursday, December 29, 2011

A palm frond thatched hut.
The sea wind in its fringed eaves
brings an inner ease.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

blood-coloured tide -
summer rains have dyed the waves
with the iron cliff's oxides

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Veiled in Summer's haze,
immortal as Mount Meru
- towering clouds.

Sunday, September 25, 2011

Upon experiencing Self-realisation Wumen wrote the following enlightenment poem:

A thunderclap under the clear blue sky
All beings on earth open their eyes;
Everything under heaven bows together;
Mount Sumeru leaps up and dances.

Mount Sumeru is the central world mountain in Buddhism. This central axis is reflected in a human being as the Shushumna channel in the spine. The Kundalini energy leaps up the spine and dances on the crown of the head during Self-realisation.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

A kookaburra
on a turning clothes hoist -
I miss it vanish
Branches in earth
and roots in the quiet sky -
buds are opening
Crowned with fresh needles,
surpassing me in silence -
The great pine's stature.

Friday, August 26, 2011

Bright white cockatoo
like a flag on a bulwark
gainst the tide of night

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The world is a mirror
in which the Self sees itself -
night brings gusts of rain.

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Ink-black winter storm,
creating its opposite,
whips the ocean white

Thursday, May 19, 2011

like a well-thumbed book
the gate opens easily
-the overgrown path

(after Borges)