The Haiku is, paradoxically, a poem about silence. Its very core is silence.
~ Br. David Steindl-Rast
In his book, A Listening Heart: The Spirituality of Sacred Sensuousness, Br. David Steindl-Rast writes:
The Haiku is, paradoxically, a poem about silence. Its very core is silence. There is probably no shorter poetic form in world literature than the classical Haiku with its seventeen syllables and, yet. The masters put these seventeen syllables down with a gesture of apology, which makes it clear that the words merely serve the silence. All that matters is the silence. The Haiku is a scaffold of words; what is being constructed is a poem of silence; and when it is ready, the poet gives a little kick, as it were, to the scaffold. It tumbles, and silence alone stands.
We can almost hear the first big raindrops falling one by one. But this is already the moment after the decisive one; the moment after the one that held its breath in limitless anticipation. This is not a poem about rain, but about the silence before the rain. A strange poem, the Haiku! It zeroes in on the here and now which is nowhere. It celebrates the all-oneness of aloneness in all the bliss of its poignant pain. It stakes out territory for discovery precisely where life is most daily. And while setting up landmarks of adventure, it wipes out its own footprints. It denies itself. For it shoots words like arrows at the target of silence. Every word that hits the mark returns to the silence out of which it has come.
The Practice
Today we invite you to explore silence around and within your haiku. How might every word that speaks to us then return to the silence from which it has arisen, leaving us touched but not taken away from our experience?
This is an experiment in full-bodied listening. An exploration of the silence through which words (and all else) arise. Don’t think too much about this but rather tap into the open space of wonder as you play with words and how words coexist with the absence of words. If it helps to reread the passage by Br. David above a few times and feel into what he is pointing at, please do.
When you are ready, write your haiku in a notebook and/or share it below along with any reflections about your experience.
Enjoy the full eight-day Exploring Haiku practice.
A serene wind flows
Catching sunlight on the pond
Hungry osprey dives.
A sudden cool wind
In desert monsoon season
Then, distant thunder
Inhale, wave pulls back
Exhale, soft crashing on sand
My breath times itself
Listen to the dark
Comfort abounds from within
Pleasure exists in noise
a place to embrace
fall into familiar arms
a refuge a home
first hot sun of spring
beats down on winter white skin
smell rain on west wind
Into nothingness
Disquiet or luxurious
It’s in your being
The power of silence
It is like The Eye of the storm
The calm in calamity
Deafening silence
Be like snow, silent and cold
Awaken stupor
Luxurious silence
Indeed a grand finale
Live well and leave well
Infinity view
The sea kiss the crimson sky
Luxurious silence
A THUNDEROUS CLAP
Shakes the house
and rumbles by
Silence is shattered
Soon after the storm
The stillness returns and I
pull my covers up.
cool air
the owl prays
the blushing moon
Words filling in the embarrasing silence,
embarrasing me.
We’re on a holidays trip.
My husband is outgoing, while I’m introvert.
I’m at ease with silence if I feel I have nothing to share. My husband likes saying something provocative, to see people reactions, to avoid silence & boredoom. I felt embarrassed by the things he said today. I know silence embarrass many people as well.
Winters nighttime sky
stars sparkling brilliantly
crystal clear silence
your scream
looks like a yawn
to a deaf person
I can visualize and not hear this at the same time…
Lovely