From self-infatuation to selflessness …
One is grossly visible in the world – to the world and to oneself – when one suffers from self-infatuation, self-engrossment, self-importance. Haiku is a streaming into the light in which self-infatuation cannot exist. The pure and purifying action of the haiku moment causes us to dissolve into another dimension. And who or what are we then? Creatures of light. Nothing more. Nothing less. And though we may return to the chiaroscuro of life, we are changed. We have, briefly, known our brilliant nature. The self has been sloughed and only Self remains.
Gabriel Rosenstock
Disappearing
