The Forest : A haiku memoir

The Forest : A haiku memoir / 01

A solitary white cloud,
walking in the forest alone.

Trees softly whisper sutras
as I pass through.

Stopping in silence, I bow,
and sit a while.

Sometimes there is incense in the air,
offered up by eucalyptus and pine.

Now and then,
a silent bird writes Sanskrit in the air.



…and so, as the current period of the life of this forest monk draws to an close, and I prepare to leave the forest for who knows how long — nothing ends, nothing begins.

Yet a new book is being written, ‘The Forest’. A haiku memoir, in the Japanese tradition of haiku novels.

I'll share occasional extracts here, and full extracts at my Patreon page, as it's written.