Frog.
Basho‘s haiku were gentle and had spaces in them to find silence.
Silence is broken by the sounds of the world and then silence returns. The silence speaks to us when we listen with care and sensitivity. It is in the silence that the noise makes sense. It speaks to us in its echos and traces.
Silence asks us for attention, our presence and mindfulness.
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In keeping with bell hooks and Noam Chomsky, I consider myself a public and dissident intellectual. Part of my work is to move beyond (transcend) institutional dogmas that bind me to defend freedom, raising my voice to be heard on behalf of those who seek equity and justice in all their forms.
I completed my PhD in Philosophy of Leadership Studies at Gonzaga University, Spokane, WA. My dissertation and research was how teachers experience becoming teachers and their role as leaders.
I focus on leading, communicating, and innovating in organizations. This includes mindfuful servant-leadership, World Cafe events, Appreciative Inquiry, and expressing one's self through creativity. I offer retreats, workshops, and presentations that can be tailored to your organzations specific needs.
I published peer reviewed articles about schools as learning organizations, currere as an ethical pursuit, and hope as an essential element of adult eductaion. I published three poems and am currently preparing my poetry to publish as an anthology of poetry.
I present on mindful leadership, servant leadership, schools as learning organizations, how teachers experience becoming teachers, assessement, and critical thinking. I facilitate mindfulness, hospitality retreats. and World Cafe Events using Appreciative Inquiry.
I am writing and researching about various forms of leadership, how teachers inform and form their identity as a particular teacher, schools as learning organizations, hope and its anticipatory relationship with the future, and hope as an essential element in learning.
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Haiku poem, one of my all time favs with a slight variation . — An old pond / The frog jumps in / The sound of water
It is like the sound of one hand clapping.
Lovely, thank you for posting!
You are welcome.
Love this haiku!
Yes, it is beautiful in its simplicity.
Reading this brought me a little closer to quiet and peace, for a moment, which I’m going to hold onto for another moment before running off to my next chore. Thank you.
You are welcome. Embrace the silence.
Greetings! My new blog address is:
http://tropicalfloweringzone.wordpress.com
Thank you.
amazing words.
Remember the old commercial when E.F. Hutton speaks then everyone went silent.
In the Godfather, Marlon Brando almost whispered, which meant others became more silent and it elevated his perceived power.
Music would be noise without,pauses between notes. In fact pauses have exact intervals.
Would you say that silence actually is part of life’s form,
It is part of life’s form. It is where we make sense of living. We cannot do that when we are busy and making noise.
The only poem I know by heart in it’s entirety is this by Basho’ “Your empty mouth, reveals your whole insides, silly hollow frog” I try to keep my mouth shut!
Thank you for sharing another wonderful Basho haiku Steven.