Second Post Attempt-SEEKING HAIKU - Sally Eslinger's Blog

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Why Now Haiku 

My husband is a scientist, uncomfortable with any exploration of our interior cosmos.  This morning I had to try to explain to him the 3rd line “Aha!  Moment” of haiku: what it meant; felt like: tried to provoke, where to place it, reply to it, how its apex might compare with a peak of/in Christianity.
 
And that led me to a rushing train of thoughts about reality: reality as haiku and poetry seek to describe — Plus as they then note — the Aha! Moments to be captured in that targeted Ineffable instant when a new speck of Reality has been revealed and consumed by the mind/spirit together.

He didn’t get it, he told me.  I wish, so desire he would, because he does not get my obsession with Poetry: my addiction to revelation and to sharing it.  I can fret more about that later.

My thinking, which never stops, was diving on into the very streams of AHA! Realitythroughout our living room bright with the afternoon sun.  And my physical pain replaced for a time.  I, eating cold fried chicken and scooping bites of mashed sweet potatoes, saving tastes for the pups laying  across my extended, blanketed legs.  A filling peace.  Through my earphones I hear:
“All my life you have been faithful.
All my life you have been so so good.
With every breath that I am able
I will sing of the goodness of God...
...your goodness is running after me...

My thoughts  reading the messages in the totality of the room...the surrounding world...a tip within the All...

It came to me that the Aha! is illuminating unlimited, as involving the everpresent glimmers of our omnipresent God, not just seeking touch, but there within the truth of God experienced...a radical goal...craved...

Zen, Knowings, wordless, beyond concepts, of the floating high above any peak, where there waft delightful, calming fragrances, which I wish for without even knowin fragrance I seek.

And I witnessed the messaging of the air before me, implying it’s Reality was thick/filled:
the music does not. stop, but sounds in endless 
ribbons throughout;
The lines of the contours of forms continue on crossing;one another, squiggling, suggesting more designs:
Inspirations are sent in a constant, drizzling mist, with droplets obviously meant to be caught;
Silly fairies move things, seeking to irk...yes, maddening, but someday perhaps we might learn that annoyance lies so far down the ladder, it will bring chuckles;
   , helping the days of fulfilling our purposes on Earth to pass on now to the next;And the, there are the angels who come in numbers to encircle the bed when Death threatens, or our Guardians. at their posts, in prayer, sending chants from Eden from beside us up to heaven, aiding the Holy Spirit
 to aid the day’s of fulfilling our purposes here on Earth pass on now to the next;
this room so filled with some all of the All, must I then wonder that one is told to Seek Silene?  Told by God to “Be still” to find him — where all stops, all pauses...all waits upon him...and our souls with their love may rise through the clarity and in nakedness be known...that God might read our beings’ third lines, having ownership of the Aha! Moments we transport from within us to him.
     Haiku is the metaphor of our days, a process and practice  for the purposes of our days, including our searching for God.
...And this is why I have taken to Haiku.

Thank you for caring and indulging me.  Hopefully, there has been some inspiration in this for you.
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(c) sLly Young eslinger 2/24/21
Thanks be to God