Under the Overpass
a spiritual journey

smooth wood and water
salt spray's soft, waxed patina
fishermen's hands, rubbed

brand new wooden flute
quiet music for fishes
water slapping time

first song for fishes
spontaneous spirit dance
then song for the air

rust etchings compete
against water erosion
natural canvas

morning tide streams in
oysters drip with seaweed falls
evening tide streams out

still elephant stalks
beached under the overpass
I am very small

overwhelming girth
tiny tags say I am here
gnats on our oxen

stele salt etchings
offerings, water music
reliquarium

living talisman
cloistered amongst moist seaweed
soul spirit's touchstone
worshipping, praying
god under the overpass
found, my soul altered


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You are always welcome to critique any of them! It is very useful in working in an unfamiliar artform. And whatever you have to say is of value, really.
I am getting better at this and this is a culminating post of a series of haiga all about the same place and experience. It was lost in the shuffle but I wanted it to be together in one spot. And the final haiku is new for this haiga string.
thank you for reading!
The sun glitters
on the path
of a snail
~
It was written in 1944. As fate would have it ... He was tossed in prison internment camp in Kobe, Japan. He met British professor, R.H. Blythe. He studied Soen Nakagawa Roshi. Robert Aitken was one of the first serious Zen students in America. He used haiku extensively.
The Buddha twirled a flower and the slime of a snail's path glitters.
I'm reading haiku mind, by Patricia Donegan. I gotta go Do it. Get some work done.
P.S. ePriddy. On Sunday I'm having lunch with Robert H. Deluty PhD. He's a gentleman among gentle folk. O, I wish you were to join us.
Sip Haiku Tea.
And pretty darn fond of the Living Talisman.
Thanks for these.
Brenda- thank you!
OEs- I am glad. it makes me happy that these bring joy.
Cart- the form is like poetry for cheaters, few words and illustrated, so I try harder to make up for the potential chese factor. Stalks is one of my favorite ever. The tiny kid and the giant columns. They are actually straight, they just look like they are walking from that angle.
Arthur- I will look up Donegan. And if you are near a computer, feel free to share these with your guest. I would love to be a fly on that wall at your meetup!
Red- thank you!
Connie- the talisman one holds a lot of the iconography of hte series for me. A touchstone, in actual history, is used to determine the metallic properties of unknown substances. I love the idea of a thing that can determine whether you have a soul or not. I think the moment of fear of a stranded jellyfish that is obviously still alive is one of those moments. My son and I used his net and pushed it back into the surf. We are deluding ourselves that it lived. Always wear water shoes, even strands of disconnected jellyfish will still sting.
Older- thank you!
This one came out in fits and starts and I realized it was a series when I saw that I kept accessing the same cellphone pic folder. I am taking a real camera there next. And maybe a sketchbook.
I love the elephant picture and I saw your ideas on what you had in mind with it, but to me, it looks and sounds like the epitome of the smallness of young childhood, full of imagination, exploration and a larger than life world surrounding you.
3rd picture down: Kokopelli's rocks! Kokopelli's flute playing chases away the Winter and brings about Spring. Known as a fertility god, prankster, healer and story teller, - a party animal of sorts - and dates back over 3,000 years when the first petroglyphs were carved. Your photo & enhancement embody that definition. What I just thought of that would be ultra cool is photoshopping your son's shadow into the shape of Kokopelli - keep the same angle and stretch of the shadow.
Seaweed picture is cool - like green whale's teeth.
Tiny tags say I'm here - that's awesome.
I am going to copy these comments onto the post in question.
Thanks for sharing a piece of your peace.