All posts tagged: haibun

The Zen of Writing (A Haibun)

I wake up to the sound of a voice in my head and I know instantly that it is “writing” what could be an introduction to a book. I listen intently as the voice “writes.” When it is over, I hear a familiar tune – a lone olive-backed sunbird is singing in the backyard. I smile and say to myself, “And then the sunbird sings…” Darkness still covers everything outside and inside the house. But within me, a veil is lifting. the sparrows and fantails are nowhere, their merry chatter a mere memory now the sunbird sings Our mornings are so different now. For almost eight months during the year, the backyard becomes a favorite meeting place for the Eurasian tree sparrows. From November to June, they are there tweeting, chirping. The birds converge while it is still dark and begin to chatter. By seven, just as we are preparing breakfast, they are gone. The monsoon rains are here and the sparrows no longer come. The sunbirds and the yellow-vented bulbuls have the backyard all …

Time is My Friend (a Haibun)

In the past I viewed time from the same perspective as the rest of the world. I saw time as expendable, limited, and something to grab because it is fleeting. Things changed when I decided to look at time from a different perspective. When I decided not to hurry, I discovered an entirely different aspect of time. I saw that it is limitless. I realized that time is expandable – it can be stretched to infinity. I learned that we can dance with it. And time is always there – here, now. It will never disappear – time lasts forever. holding my breath I run after that which has no legs Time is of the essence, we are told. Time is essence, I now know. Time heals. Time allows us to unfold our wings. Time waits for us. Time is my friend now. Time indulges me. It waits for me. I see more clearly when I am not in a hurry. There are no more marathons for me to run. photo credit: clockwork gold via photopin …

A Page from My Journal: Poetry

April 22, 2014 Poetry is now alive in me. Poetry now makes me alive. First a haiku, then a tanka, now a haibun. The soul is alive in poetry. The sparseness of a haiku entices it to sing a merry tune. The freedom of additional verses of a tanka is sweet dessert. And haibun. Haibun encourages the best from the mind and soul. Haibun allows the mind and the soul to dance to the combined harmonies of prose and poetry.  Poetry is food for the soul, music for the mind and inspiration for the spirit.   Photo credit: arker via Morguefile

A page from My Journal: Mind Play

27 September 2014 The days come and go. My mind grapples to name them… Monday. Is it Thursday now? No, it is Saturday! If I had my way, I wouldn’t mark the days by names. How then? Perhaps by how it feels?  Today everything seems to be in a frenzy…Energetic day! Everything outside is wet….Rainy day! Everything outside looks so green…Verdant day! My mind is playing and it makes me happy. like the birds I’d like my mind to sing too. no storms a-brewing But I have to get real. Days need to have their specific names. I settle for a compromise. Sunny Monday. Dull Tuesday…Exciting Wednesday. Haibun gives my mind permission to play. old habits fading, the mind grapples to begin new names for the days In our part of the world… The quaint city of Vigan was officially inaugurated as one of the New7Wonders Cities early this month. Vigan  is one of the few Hispanic towns left in the Philippines. It is famous for its cobblestone streets with houses that showcase the unique fusion of Philippine, Oriental, …

A Page from My Journal: A Haibun

20 August 2014 I wrote very little this morning in my journal. Again, my brain goes into projection mode. It rehearses what I will tell a beleaguered client tomorrow. The thoughts rise above the desire to read and write. Rustling sounds draw my attention towards the window. I take a look and see Boots, one of my rescues. This gentle cat is lying on the ground in sweet surrender. The brain stops chatting. My body breathes. I smile. clutter in my mind signs of insecurities cat asleep outside     Haibun Definition from Contemporary Haibun Online Contemporary haibun is a combination of prose and haiku poetry, sometimes described as ‘a narrative of epiphany’. Like English haiku, English haibun is evolving as it becomes more widely practiced in the English speaking world. Haibun is the Japanese name for 17th Century poet-monk Basho Matsuo’s poetic-prose travel journals which were studded with haiku. The best known are The Narrow Road to the Deep North and The Hut of the Phantom Dwelling. Bruce Ross in an essay entitled “North …