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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I completed a PhD at Gonzaga University in Spokane, WA. Previously, I taught for 20 years and taught for 15 years in a wonderful hybrid school. My dissertation topic and research were how certain teachers experience becoming who teachers. In teaching and leanring, I am a boundary-crosser who understands moving ahead is a leap of faith.
Teaching is a calling and vocation to express who I am as a person. Currently, I am waiting and listening to what calls me next. I am an educator, phenomenologist, scholar, boundary-crosser, published poet, author, parent, grandparent, and spouse.
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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.
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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.