“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.”
~ Santōka Taneda