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Enjoy this practice as a stand-alone experience or as the fourth of an eight-day series inspired by Br. David's appreciation of and experience with haiku.
Not to feel that you feel, not to know that you know, but just to feel, just to know– how liberating! ~ Br. David Steindl-Rast
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In his book A Listening Heart: The Spirituality of Sacred Sensuousness, Br. David guides readers in an exploration of some aspects of a peak experience. He proposes an experiment in which we close our eyes and recall a major or minor peak of our past experience. Maybe it was “a moment on a mountain top…Or sitting on a fence-rail dangling your legs, not in boredom, not at all, but in utter absorption. Absorption into what? Into nothing; for nothing happened.” He goes on to reflect upon the fact that our peak experience is “an altogether unreflective moment,” writing “Only afterwards can I reflect on it and so talk about it. And what I am then inclined to say is something like ‘I was simply swept off my feet,’ or…’I had lost myself,’ This was all. But not quite all. For looking back I will also admit that at that moment of my Peak Experience I was more truly and more fully myself than at any other time.”
Haiku and calligraphy by Br. David Steindl-Rast
Through this exercise, Br. David suggests that “we have gained access to Haiku from within.” He writes, “If you have become aware that you are most truly yourself when you forget yourself; that in truly being alone you are one with all…you have discovered in your own experience the paradox in which Haiku has its roots.”
Today, we invite you to close your eyes and bring to mind a major or minor peak experience, referencing Br. David’s guidance above. Let it be a moment of utter absorption in which you “forgot yourself.”
Once you have relived this moment, notice what words begin to arise in your recall of this peak experience. With this experience fresh in your heart and mind, experiment with writing a haiku.
We invite you to reflect on your experience in a notebook or in the reflection area below. If you’d like, you may also share your haiku.
You may have noticed that Br. David signs his haiku as “Anon.” You might explore doing this for your own haiku. Notice how it impacts the poem. Notice how it feels for you. Imagine how it might land with others.
Enjoy the full eight-day Exploring Haiku practice.
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music of flute and water over rocks i achieve mountain peaks and breakfast with the ancients
Cliff edge opens to vastness, outside and inside of me… Greater than the sky. Oh my God, you are here!
The door will open by softly turning the key. Do not pull or push!
alone, all one, me thunder heard in the distance I have company
That’s lovely.
Midnight light stillness mist over water silences minds Divine presence known
Water shimmering, Dazzled by sparkling sunlight Timeless memory
Eye level with the clouds sounds drift up from the village i am but a speck
Herbs for soul cleansing Shaman calls on the spirits the hike down absolves
The Andes tower around me as I descend a lush valley awaits ~π
MagPi, our Haiku both reflect a similar experience. Island of the Sun, Huayna Picchu…
Highway driving Clouds thickening Climate changing- earth blessings.
Sunrise and sunset Paint supermarket sidewalks— Hydrangea blossoms
One with mother earth Solitude a great gift Gratitude to Him
Dawn breaks, approaching Manhattan On a dark, glass water way Epic!
Blue turns frothy white then blue again, as waves curl, falling into self.
Paddling the river, feeling one with the eagle, the pine – we are all stardust. ~~
Paddling in high winds, going backwards at times. The exultation of arrival.
Going backwards at times and the exultation of arrival . . . how true that resonates
The mind knows not Where the heart wants to dwell Listen!
Two clear drops meet become one a tear.
Water cools my pain sizzles, sooths. A new vision.
Into a terse pond a frog plunges flop! My version of Basho
On the metal roof Raindrops tap dance up above I am dancing too!
I join silent crowd, climb hill’s crest, gaze down, and gasp! Hopi Deer Dancers!
River boat on the Thames Awaits the excited sightseers The birth of memories
Predawn rushing stream The fall chill and falling leaves Puddles of full moons
Bringing back a magical early morning experience of a clear mountain stream, in the dark of an early October morning, a full moon reflected in each of the puddles between the rocks. No words.
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