I often shared writings of haibun with my dear friend, Laurie. If you are unfamiliar with this type of prose, here is a short description of what to expect and how to approach it. I have accompanied it with a photo from my own portfolio.
At the heart of Haibun lies the haiku—a distilled moment of enlightenment, a crystalline droplet that captures the essence of the present. In three simple lines, we seek to awaken the reader’s senses, inviting them to perceive the profound in the ordinary. The haiku, like a dewdrop on a leaf, reveals a shimmering truth, a doorway to understanding the interconnectedness of all things.
In this sacred marriage of prose and haiku, the Haibun offers us a path to mindfulness, attuning ourselves to the subtle rhythms of the natural world.
Dear seeker of truth, let the Haibun guide you on a voyage of self-discovery and contemplation.
Embrace the silence between the words, the pauses between the lines, for within those spaces, the universe whispers its eternal wisdom.
In the hushed embrace of dawn, a delicate veil of mist blankets the tranquil waters, weaving an ethereal tapestry of dreams. Daybreak’s soft, pale light delicately kisses the edges of this watery canvas, creating a scene of enchantment and mystery. At the edge of the water, a solitary bird stands, poised with elegance and grace. Its silhouette, outlined against the backdrop of the mist, is a testament to the beauty of nature’s creations.
The bird, an emissary of serenity, casts a contemplative gaze upon the rippling surface. Its presence is both serene and solemn as if the world’s weight rests upon its slender shoulders. The mist whispers secrets of the night, gently caressing the bird’s feathers and filling the air with a sense of quiet anticipation.
In this fleeting moment, a delicate harmony is woven between the elements. The bird and the mist, entwined in a silent dance, offer a glimpse into the mysteries of nature. The tranquil waters mirror the bird’s stillness, reflecting its form like a fleeting memory captured in time. The world holds its breath, cherishing the serenity that hangs in the air like a delicate thread.
As daybreak paints the sky in hues of soft pastels, the bird spreads its wings, preparing to take flight. With a graceful motion, it lifts itself from the water’s edge, disappearing into the gentle embrace of the mist. In that final act, it leaves a fleeting impression, a moment of profound beauty that lingers in the hearts of those who witnessed this poetic encounter.
In the silence of dawn,
A bird stands at water’s edge,
Mist and dreams entwined.