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Dear friends of MLMM,
This week I love to challenge you to create haiku in which you use love in all kinds of forms. What has “real love” to do with haiku? Let me tell you something about love in haiku.
As you all (maybe) know tanka is more the poetry for love, but in my opinion, haiku is also about love. Love in haiku is universal and that means “haiku transcends everything even the love between people”. Haiku is love and we can find that idea in the wonderful spiritual roots of haiku, Zen Buddhism.
Zen is love (real love) of the universe. Without this love, joy is uncertain, pain is inevitable, all is meaningless. Othello says:
[…] “When I love thee not, chaos is come again”. […]
The love must be complete, – not that it aims at the universe as a whole, but that the personality as a whole is to be concentrated on the thing; the thing is to be suffused with the personality. Then we have the state, described abstractly by Dr. Suzuki in the following words:
[…] “When an object is picked up, everything else, One and All, comes along with it, not in the way of suggestion, but all-inclusively, in the sense that the object is complete in itself”. […]
The relation of love to poetry may be easy to make out, but that to Zen is much more difficult. Look at it like this … If we are without self-love, greediness, without desire of gain, of happiness, of life itself, all this energy must overflow somewhere. It overflows into all things, including oneself, so that now no actions are selfish or unselfish, good or bad, but are like the sunshine or the rain, but with mind instead of mindlessness.
We say that we see the beauty of the fine drops of rain, the glittering of the leaves in the sun, the stars in their calm, – but what we really see is the mind of man, our own mind, in all these things. Through our activity and cooperation, these inanimate things acquire mind and affection. The waves drown the shipwrecked sailor regretfully, the sun scorches the weary traveler with remorse.
This kind of love, then, is not the means, the first step, but the end and aim and consummation of our pilgrimage here (on this world). It is expressed in quite other ways than altruism and self-denial. It is effortless and continuous, unconscious and nameless, but we feel it and know it ourselves and others as the health of the soul.
Just as Zen is love, haiku may be called love poems. Haiku are an expression of the joy of our reunion with things from we have been parted by self-consciousness, so strong and tender in the sexual act, more diffused, yet equally powerful and delicate in our poetic moments.
We are all haiku poets and the love for haiku makes us one.
“Real Love” is in my opinion the only base for haiku. Without real love, for all and everything, creating haiku is not possible.
As I discovered haiku I fell in love … in love with that universal beauty that binds all artists (poets, musicians, painters, sculptors and more) together.
a little verse
lighted a fire in my heart
addicted to love
Haiku isn’t really known as a love poem, but I think haiku can be that for sure. So this is your challenge this week … create haiku as a love poem.
she … the moon
affectionate love for ever
illuminates my path
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