Status Updates From The Pocket Haiku

The book is so small!!!!!

Whore and monk, we sleep
Under one roof together,
Moon in a field of clover

When he writes

'how reluctantly
The bee emerges from deep
Within the peony'

Is he merely presenting a pathetic fallacy, attributing human emotion to a bee, or is he entering into the authentic experience of 'beeness' as deeply as possible? (...) His detailed observation calls for something other than metaphor; it demands literal accuracy. Is the bee inside his mind or outside?

When explaining haiku's and their aesthetic, this beautiful word came up:

"Sabishisa' = the sense of beautiful aloneness

Bought this tiny book of joy in Edinburgh and just opening it on random pages has been giving me so much joy.

sick on my journey,
my dreams go wandering
on this withered field

— Matsuo Bashō, Death Haiku, 1694