zen

On a sunny Ecuadorian morning a few days ago, I awoke with something funny in my head. From the depths of the warm cocoon that is my alpaca blanket, I jotted down on the nearest sheet of paper a few lines of haiku that flowed out without much forethought. Funny how Zen just happens to disappear and reappear in my life with surprising spontaneity. Mind you this doest happen very often, but perhaps it was brought on by a recent bout of meditation in combination with some independent research I’ve been getting more and more involved with along the lines of self-knowledge. Perhaps a simple occurrence of Syncronicity more than anything else.

:: chameleon
climate fluctuates-
little color changer waits
basking on a stone

Senryū is a Japanese form of short poetry similar to haiku in construction but tend to be about human foibles while haiku tend to be about nature. Senryu are often cynical or darkly humorous while haiku are serious.

tilled Andean hillside
under alpaca yarns
all of Ecuador shivers