In January 2017, Ivette created this series of images attached to which was a haiku. "Haiku poems consist of no more than two images written in very few words. Tiny poems recited in the present tense, emotional yet never sentimental, without the use of rhyme or metaphor. Contemplative haiku experiences, when they arise, are as spontaneous as they are unpredictable. Arising in relationship to nature, haiku maintain their purity, mystery and delight, because what arises is captured in the moment of its creation or happening.Haiku in its simplicity is seen in the everyday events occurring in our lives. Yet what haiku captures is the extraordinary within the ordinariness of these events. Haiku like Miksang is meditation but in written form."
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| old letters- as I run out of ink a silverfish! |
New Year’s day, bright sun for only a moment |
unfeeling, the wind tears through its trees |
glances – between horse and me longing for watercress |
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| daybreak, in cloudy water floats his teacup |
moon under heaven… a dozen mockingbirds shelling seeds |
lonesome – in a Chinese courtyard the coo of doves suffices |
lovers work… tangles in hair the scent of chestnuts |
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| windfalls – lesson in the rush of squirrels climbing Pine |
ant in my cup, reading tea leaves at day’s end |
fruitless shell… the rattle of tiny pomegranate seeds |
of storm and wind, at midnight how I toss and turn |
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| a twenty year marriage combing grey hair beneath candlelight |
wrinkled sheets – his smile in dreamtime |
footprints fill of snow, this raven watches daylight passing |
before a sea of fog a solitary seagull held in air |
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| a seagrass green, beyond the waves streaks of seagulls |
behind Croagh Patrick Mountain the sun long overdue |
evening alight by fireflies – something of his |
moment of longing… chopping green onions on wood |
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| of earth and metal from boiling water the swirl of steam |
