Haikus is a traditional art of short poetry started by Buddhist monks in Japan. The spiritual art form emphasises being in the moment, and the brevity of 3 lines, reflects Zen philosophy.

Masaoka Shiki

My life, –

How much more of it remains?

The night is brief.

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Toward those short trees

We saw a hawk descending

On a day in spring.

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Kobayahsi Issa

Don’t weep, insects –

Lovers, stars themselves,

Must part.

Nothing lasts, all is impermanence. Credit: Pixabay

The wren

Earns his living



Winter seclusion –

Listening, that evening,

To the rain in the mountain.

Green Hills and White Clouds, by Gao Kogong. Credit: Wikipedia

Yosa Buson

Old well,

a fish leaps-

dark sound.


Blowing from the west

Fallen leaves gather

In the east.

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Natsume Soseki

Over the wintry

forest, winds howl in rage

with no leaves to blow.


The lamp once out

Cool stars enter

The window frame.

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Basho Matsuo

Along this road

Goes no one,

This autumn eve

Sometimes one must go it alone. Credit: Wikipedia

Old pond

A frog jumps in –

The sound of water

Stillness and change and stillness again. Credit: Pixabay

From time to time

The clouds give rest

To the moon-beholders.

The summer grasses

All that remains

Of brave soldiers dreams

Lynn Crosbie

the flowers are a

venus-flytrap, with red curls

flames and noxious breath

I’ll sue him and write

and build a home, in the

desert, on the sun

Kato Shuson

I kill an ant

and realize my three children

have been watching.

By Gray, L.

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