I have long been fascinated by both Koan and Haiku though understanding has been elusive at best. Then I had not been acquainted with Yosa Buson. While I am still illiterate and untrained in the art of reading Haiku, I can now feel the words speak to me.
I return to them in different moods to see if new meanings will be revealed. My immersion is complete as I marvel at the effect ten words or less can have.
Yosa Buson
Before the white chrysanthemum
the scissors hesitate
a moment.
Calligraphy of geese
against the sky--
the moon seals it.
Coolness--
the sound of the bell
as it leaves the bell.
crossings as in traversals, contradictions, counterpoints of the heart though often not..
Yen For Yet More Haiku
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