Dare to love yourselfas if you were a rainbowwith gold at both ends.
He cleared his throat and held up one hand dramatically.“Green grass breaks through snow. Artemis pleads for my help. He grinned at us, waiting for applause. "That last line was four syllables.” Artemis said. Apollo frowned. “Was it?” “No, no, that’s six syllable, hhhm.” He started muttering to himself. That’s five syllables!” He bowed, looking very pleased with himself.
Quote words that affirmall men and women are yourbrothers and sisters.
Where humanitysowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.
Real haiku is the soul of poetry. Anything that is not actually present in one's heart is not haiku. The moon glows, flowers bloom, insects cry, water flows. There is no place we cannot find flowers or think of the moon. This is the essence of haiku. Go beyond the restrictions of your era, forget about purpose or meaning, separate yourself from historical limitations—there you will find the essence of true art, religion, and science.
You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.
In your hands winteris a book with cloud pagesthat snow pearls of love.
In an age of bombsguzzling blood, skylarks merge peacewith thought and action.
Death wins nothing here,gnawing wings that amputate––then spread, lift up, fly.
The sun shines, snow falls, mountains rise and valleys sink, night deepens and pales into day, but it is only very seldom that we attend to such things. . . . When we are grasping the inexpressible meaning of these things, this is life, this is living. To do this twenty-four hours a day is the Way of Haiku. It is having life more abundantly.