Fuga no makoto–– poetic truth
“While walking across a familiar field, I noticed for the first time a set of bedsprings rusting in the grass. I pulled out my notebook and quickly jotted down two lines:
bedsprings in the weeds–– / scent of sweet spring leaves
Modern Haiku Vol. 34.2
“I was opening to impermanence, and aspiring to the endurance of the spirit. Here were nested images of circles, cycles, spirals, and transition, the lonely spirit of wabi and weathered patina of sabi. I moved from seeking inspiration on demand to relinquishing control, and from actively working at seeing connectedness to being connected, to being a vehicle for expression.
“Almost unconsciously I had written my first true haiku.”
From “A Haiku Year” Hermitage Magazine Vol III 2006
The link above will connect to the YouTube Channel video of the essay “A Haiku Year” quoted above featuring some of the hundreds of postcards and a wide variety of imagery created as part of the year-long exchange.
