May Haiku


A long list

 

of side effects . . .

 

winter rain

 

Plona Oblak

 

autumn martyr in the first draft

 

Cherie Hunter Day

 

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of Adam Smith

 

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Patricia McKernon Runkle

 

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Practice Forgiveness


Your journey upon the Red Road will be filled with acts requiring forgiveness – forgiveness of others and yourself. Mindfully practice this incredible act of kindness act of humanity and the Red Road will be an easy path to follow. Also, absolution breeds the same in others. Be quick to forgive and others will grant you the same kindness.

Indians love their friends and kindred, and treat them with kindness.

— Cornplanter

Seneca, 1736 — 1836

The 19TH HIA Haiku Contest


nothing to cling to . . .

 

paper flowers blooming

 

in a glass of water

Jin Wada, Akita City

 

memories of water toy

 

made of celluloid and tinplate

 

floating up

Toshiko Wada,Suginami Ward

 

cicada shell—

 

the departed soldier’s

 

Sunday best

Satoru Koshikawa,Isumi County

 

Shiki’s memorial day—

 

hating English

 

loving baseball

Kyôko Shimizu,Nagoya City

 

dimmed by mist—

 

the waterfall hasn’t shown

 

its full height yet

Junko Sakai,Suginami Ward

 

how thin and clear

 

over the Himalayas . . .

 

winter moon

Kazuhiro Kitazawa,Shibuya Ward

 

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My Heart Soars


The beauty of the trees,

the softness of the air,

the fragrance of the grass

speaks to me.

 

The summit of the mountains,

The thunder of the sky,

the rhythm of the sea,

speaks to me.

 

The faintness of the stars,

the freshness of the morning,

the dewdrop of the flower,

speaks to me.

 

The strength of the fire,

the taste of salmon,

the trail of the sun,

and the life that never goes away,

they speak to me.

 

And my heart soars.

 

Chief Dan George

 

Dan George (1899 to 1981) was the chief of the Tsliel-Waututh Nation, a Coast Salish band in North Vancouver, British Columbia. His birth name is Geswanouth Slahoot. He was an actor, poet, and author. Some of Mr. George’s published books are “My Heart Soars,” “My Spirit Soars,” and “You call Me Chief: Impressions of the Life of Chief Dan George.” He acted in the films: Outlaw Josey Wales (1976) and Little Big Man (1970).

Seek Wisdom


Those who are wise have lived a lifetime with ears open and willingness to not only experience truth, but to pursue it as well.

Wisdom is gained by:

Listening to your elders.
They have walked a longer path than you.

Seeking all that is true.
Wisdom lies with honesty not deception

Realizing that education is never ending.
Even death is the final lesson.

Learning from mother nature.
Her wisdom is infinite.

The greatest obstacle to the internal nature is the mind. If it relies on logic such as white man’s mind, the domain of the inner nature is inaccessible. The simple fact is man does not challenge the wisdom of the Holy Mystery.

 

Turtleheart, Teton Sioux

From “365 Day of Walking the Red Road: The Native American Path to Leading a Spiritual Life Every Day”

Haiku by Matsuo Basho


Early autumn –

Rice field, ocean,

One green.

 

Birth of art –

song of rice planters,

chorus from nowhere.

 

Travel weary,

I seek lodging –

ah, wisteria.

 

Not one traveler

braves this road –

autumn night.

 

Journey’s end —

still alive, this

autumn evening.

 

Firefly–viewing

drunken steersman,

drunken boat.

 

Matsuo Basho is one of my favorite haiku poets because his poems are well written, witty, humorous, and honest.

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Haiku of Pepa Kondova


Pepa Kondova was born in Gabrovo, Bulgaria and has an inviting haiku style. She has been a member of the Bulgarian Haiku Club and World Haiku Association (WHA) member. Pepa has been published in Bulgaria, Europe, and World Haiku anthologies.

 

The human soul:

An innermost book.

Unread it remains

 

A piece of happiness

With a scent of bread

Coming and passing away

 

The native home

I see in my dreams

In my longing – the seas

 

Sunbeams:

heavenly swings –

a summer festival

 

Bare trees,

Lonely wanderer:

Drifted silence

 

On a bicycle

the sun is chasing

the summer day.

 

White pigeons

on a white square.

Light is everywhere.