The high-speed information throughput of the web medium becomes painfully apparent to me as I read over the haiku on this page and in my own writeup. Typed onto the white paper of my book, I take a full minute to read each one--and the tiny scene blooms in my mind's eye, swelling to capture the entire cosmos as a drop of water on a leaf reflects the image of the entire forest. But burned into the phosphors of my CRT, the haiku node on E2 whizzes by and delivers as much information as a freeway billboard. I implore you: on this page, at least, slow down and dive into these images as you would into a page of Where's Waldo?--you will discover they are at least as finely detailed. (This paragraph is as much advice to myself as it is to readers of this page.)

   Black! crow standing
      in his eye all eternity
         Long shadows draw

   Wild winds abate
      In morning's first light
         A broken teahouse

   Bursting open 
      The rose dawn fills
         My empty universe

   No barrier now
      Lofty mountain to one
         Riding the wind.

- Sho Ka

   Midnight. No waves,
      no wind, the empty boat
         is flooded with moonlight.

- Dogen (1200-1253)

   Though I'm in Kyoto,
      when the cuckoo sings
         I long for Kyoto.

   How admirable,
      he who thinks not, "Life is fleeting,"
         when he sees the lightning!

- Basho (1644-1694)

   A fallen flower
      returning to the branch?
         It was a butterfly.

- Moritake

   This dewdrop world--
      it may be a dewdrop,
         and yet--and yet--

- Issa (1763-1827), upon the death of his child

   First, there is a mountain.
      Then there is no mountain.
         And again.

   O snail o snail,
      climb Mount Fuji.
         But slowly, slowly.

   Engine is growling,
      paused at a stop sign--
         going home.