Thought and feeling pass away
Practicing my death.
[Rich Note: When I first started doing haiku* nearly 10 years ago, I found that looking for insights to capture was quite meditative, as it had the unexpected effect of making me more present (and alive) to the natural beauty that surrounded me (but which my normal preoccupation with thought caused me to overlook). In this regard, my recent commitment to match companion photo images with haiku, seems to have re-awakened a deep love and appreciation for the innate beauty of transitory cloud formations ("patterns of divine energy suspended in space"). Of course, from a poetic perspective, I also love clouds as a near perfect metaphor for the "momentary words and thoughts" that constantly traverse "the mind's mental sky."]
[*Rich Note: "Haiku-like or style" for "traditionalists, purists and/or technocrates."]
(C) 2007 RFHay
