As I sat enjoying the rain for a while, I began reflecting on a few words from mama Alice Walker’s poem “Be Nobody’s Darling.” Be nobody’s darling;Be an outcast Be an outcast;Be pleased to walk alone I felt alone, but not separate. I exhaled. Something sacred was in the midst: an undivided knowing. A deeply-rooted conviction of belonging arose within me. It was as if I was bearing witness to my boundless love. In awe, I surrendered. From within this knowing, the following haikus came to me in a very spontaneous, unstructured way. In that moment, life felt both intimate and imminent. A solitude and a fresh clarity caressed me; a moment of effortless meditation unfolding. There was no goal or desire present, just present-moment awareness. I’m not sure why haiku was the form of writing that came to me at the moment. Poetry or writing isn’t how I usually express myself after meditation. I may jot down a few notes, but hardly ever in the form of poetry. I tend to prefer to bathe in the natural clarity of mind after moments like this. Maybe haiku emerged due to the natural slowness of pacing and spaciousness that is required throughout the haiku poetic process. Who knows? With the window slightly opened, allowing the sound of the gentle rain and a soft breeze in, I began to write these haikus.
Poetry Can Be a Kind of Meditation
If you don’t understand the meaning of the haikus, that’s OK. The gift of haiku is the patience that is invoked, the wonder, and, on special occasions, the confusion. You may sense that there are many possible interpretations of a haiku. That’s OK too; let all be both true and untrue. I invite you to take a breath in between reading each haiku. A different knowingThat enters me from beneath.They frown at me, Shrink! I hear them callingIn the cool breeze on my feet.I contract, it’s me! It’s time to slow down.What shall my five year plan be?It’s night time, don’t sleep! Overcast, light rain.The sunshine of so much griefFelt within the peace. Yaaaass, dreadlocks and beard!The way they stare in the streetsFeels like, please don’t shoot! The leaf’s holding on,Fall, a few yellows and pinks.No hurry, just be A candle burns bright.Walking back and forth I think,Tomorrow not now.
Try Your Hand at Haiku
It is my wish that everyone might be able to find joy in writing haikus. Here are a few tips to get you started.
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