Creation awaits our sensitive awareness… the truth about something from nothing.
moment before an inhale
hearing why snows fall
you cannot discover it
it visits itself upon you
[ Image : a portion of the ‘Eagle Nebula’ (M16) imaged by Hubble Telescope ]
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Beautiful haiku! Well written thanks ☺💕🙂👌
thank you kindly, Priti. funny thing happened: woke up next morning with a sudden inspiration: should I or should I not changed the word in the last line from ‘itself’ to ‘Self’? (I had been thinking about the usual restriction to seven syllables and that line has eight.) But also, it radically reorients the meaning: for it is not the insight which visits you when you are still enough, but rather your own true being, illuminated by an insight. anyway… sorry to get erudite, but thinking about it still 🙂
I like the “hearing” snow fall instead of “seeing”, and that speaks loud to me that the “visiting” is your insightful thinking. The true about something visits itself from nothing. thus the title “refuting the big bang is not something we discover, it is something that enlightens its own way to us….. Love your Haiku
thanks a lot, NE. 🙂 It is interesting maybe, but that is the line I am least satisfied with in this tanka… I was trying to make an elusive connection between perceiving one’s own deeper being and sensing how that itself is intimately connected with the act of Creation. Along the way I also try to argue how consciousness precedes matter. 🙂 but often, my haiku is obscure enough that readers may take what they wish and are drawn to the images. 🙂
Hello from the UK
Many thanks for your post. We exist in the mind of God; even God exists in His mind. He thought about us and creation and it came into being.
Our souls are made of thoughts or words. Our bodies are made of thoughts and words. The universe is made of thoughts and words.
The rest, as they say, is history.
Or His story.
glad it appeals to you.
very true – haiku and much of poetry is an imprint upon our soul that the poet strives to capture before it can leave us. Haiku is the starkest revelation of the poet’s capture of the passing revelation. I am a new follower and I am drawn to both your writings which, for me, invoke the mass where one can both rest the soul without too much effort as well as learn from a master.
Thanks kindly, Ion. I don’t think of myself as a master but I am very glad if what I write open some doorways for you. If you want some more haiku-like examples, you might look at the following post… all of the short instant ideas in them came to me o the same summer afternoon last year. https://skirmisheswithreality.net/2022/07/13/julys-moment/