haiku consciousness

Reading is re-minding. Bringing us back to our secret selves.
A word, an image, a story, an idea. And we are “there” again.

I’ve never preached the gospel according to Buddha, Christ, Mohammed, or anyone else, though I read into them all, still.

I am reminded this moment of an old Zen saying that has been with me since my first days before a class: “When the student is ready, the teacher arrives.”

That is a moment of transcendence. For writers and artists especially.

This is just another note on Basho’s way to haiku-mind.

Something I read last night reminded me.

The word glowing in the center of it all is “meditation.” Yes, we’ve all been there before. We’ve made mush of the concept, ‘marketing’ it to death. Yet—it comes to all of us without knowing, whether we beckon it or not.

If the poet, writer is to pay attention to the world, give the meaning it deserves, he must quietly pursue this pathway—or never meet the teacher waiting for him there. -norbert blei