Wednesday, April 06, 2011

a quote . . .

"A haiku is not a poem, it is not literature; it is a hand beconing, a door half-opened, a mirror wiped clean. It is a way of returning to nature, to our moon nautre, our cherry blossom nature, our falling leaf nature, in short, our Buddha nature. It is a way in which the cold winter rain, the swallows of evening, even the very day in its hotness, and the length of the night, become truly alive, share in our humanity, speak their very own silent and expressive language." -- R.H. Blyth

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Blogger Kelly Marszycki said...

wonderful quote -- thanks for sharing!

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