The New Haiku Vol. 4

* After a heavy rain An owl’s call Illuminates the starless sky * Wherever we perceive duality Know that it is False * Money and ego, Ego and money – I am interested in neither. * […]

The New Haiku Vol. 3

A cacophony of stars shatters the clear night sky * Down to the street to be alone among the people * Fog of thoughts Suddenly: The call of passing geese * At the bottom of the can Only the Brazil Nuts remain It’s another late-night mixed nuts caper. […]

The New Haiku Vol. 2

Tall summer grass reveals the shape of the breeze; only the siren of insects. 0 Even here among the snow-swept, desolate hinterlands of my consciousness the itinerant shepherds sing your praises. 0 When nothing else is, at least the rain is true. 0 The ego is a traveler walking barefoot and wide-eyed through the landscape […]

The New Haiku Vol. I

After a long rolling thunderstorm Invisible in the night I’m awoken by birdsong In the early dawn. Backing away from the crib, My ankle cracking Wakes the baby. Cruzando el mar Buscando el agua Inquieta mi alma Hasta que yo llegue… Brutal is the sobering From the intoxication Of illusion. Microcosmos of egos Germinating inside […]