HAIKU DIALOGUE – Intoxication – Meditation – long list
Intoxication with Guest Editor Deborah Karl-Brandt
It has been with us since time immemorial, and almost all of us have experienced it firsthand: intoxication. Endorphins produced in the body during exercise give us a feeling of happiness known as a “runner’s high,” and once again we are intoxicated. Intoxicants have been used to awaken our spirituality, make us forget physical hardships, or elevate our imagination to unprecedented heights. And yet intoxication has its dark side. In the coming weeks, we want to explore how legal intoxicants affect us, our brains, and our everyday lives. I invite you to join me on a journey into our everyday lives and our brains to explore intoxication.
Below is Deborah’s selection of poems on the topic of Meditation:
meditation
all the places
you leave yourselfLaurinda Lind
Sackets Harbor, NY
oooommmmmmmmmmmygod!
petro c. k.
Seattle, Washington
backward chant
the cow’s cosmic answer
to oumDaya Bhat
India
able
to breathe again… I walk
lighterMadeleine Kavanagh
California
chanting
the Lotus Sutra —
dishes in the sinkRashmi Buragohain
India
last breath
breathing—
“Tetelestai”(Tetelestai means: it is finished)
Jonathan English
United States
chirp-chirp
of the crickets
I reply with OMBarbara Anna Gaiardoni
Verona, Italy
early spring
my breath in sync
with the leaky faucetLiza Boyce Linder
Maryland, USA
zen masters the lust of letting go
Surashree Joshi
Pune, India
skyline divide
6250 feet high
just me myself and IStephen A. Peters
Bellingham, WA
drifting beneath clear waters mind still
Pegah Rahmati Nezhad
Tehran, Iran
meditation
eventually your name
will come back to meMichael Henry Lee
Florida
morning stretches
the elasticity of thoughts
covering decadesFirdaus Parvez
India
smokeless incense—
I exhale
my old lifeAdele Evershed
Wilton, Connecticut
a bundle of nerves —
it unravels
one breath at a timeSathya Venkatesh
Coimbatore, India
the zen of this chair cushion sitting with my mind
Peggy Hale Bilbro
Alabama
fire moon—
the ashes
of what wasPatricia Carragon
Brooklyn, NY, USA
nothing but moonlight
I delete
my meditation appEva Limbach
Germany
i n h a l e . . .
the weight
of mom’s nose pinR. Suresh Babu
India
morning walk
my head
in the cloudsMargaret Mahony
Australia
breathing in a river of stars flows through me
John Hawkhead
UK
beginner’s yoga
all I get to release
is gasTracy Davidson
Warwickshire, UK
pebble altar
the caress
of many riversKavita Ratna
India
sound of silence
blooming lotus
mirrored in the lakeSanjana Zorinc
Hrvatska
a murder of crows
screams blue murder
meditation retreatLouise Hopewell
Australia
walking in the wind
my inner noise dissolves
within the trees whispersGoda Virginija Bendoraitienė
Lithuania
the tranquil face
of my Buddha statue –
celestial lightAnne Curran
New Zealand
at the edge of the blank
flyKeiko Izawa
Japan
eyes closed
I inhale petrichor
to calm myselfValincia Richard
Sunflower, MS
waves crashing
a momentary stay of
white foamOmarion Anderson
Greenwood, MS
sitting
in the dark
before dawnDerek LeDayn
Pōneke Wellington, Aotearoa New Zealand
meditation walk—
with every breath
fresh fallen snowSam Bateman
Everett, WA
taking deep breaths
on the front lawn
dawn chorusTuyet Van Do
Australia
an attempt
to focus on my breath
bouncing ballEavonka Ettinger
Long Beach, CA
daybreak
crows murdering
my meditationMary Weiler
Watsonville, California
midnight drip
syncing
with my breathBiswajit Mishra
Canada
under
the night sky
I breathe in starsJennifer Gurney
United States
zazen
I find my way
withinKatherine E Winnick
Brighton UK
sitting seiza
and scratching that itch
meditation liteMark Meyer
Mercer Island WA USA
meditating—
I count sangha
head after headAhmad Olawale
Osun State, Nigeria
Qigong –
I dissociate
from which worldScott Smithline
Nelson, New Zealand
mountain’s silence –
the echo steals
my mantraDan C. Iulian
Romania
levitating
across the deep silence —
splash!Mircea Moldovan
Romania
Zzzzz not zazen
better to go to bed
and fall asleepAnn Rawson
Scotland, UK
to the pur-rhythm on my lap box breathing
Vidya Premkumar
India
silent meditation
waiting for the wind
to moveLori Kiefer
UK
the morning mudra –
breathing almost facing my bodyBenedetta Cardone
Italy
mindful walking
a centipede
owns the pathGeetha Ravichandran
Chennai, India
snowy peaks –
dandelion seeds
in the windMinko Tanev
Bulgaria
silent forest —
an unseen lizard stirs
the fallen leavesStoianka Boianova
Bulgaria
butt hurts —
one hundred eight pricks
in one breathArtur Zieliński
Poland
dawn silence —
I watch daylight
drawing my room’s edgesFatma Zohra Habis
Algeria
seashore
finding my breath’s
shallow endShalini Gupta
India
taming the monkey mind
inhale, exhale—
what’s for dinner?Rebeca Thomas
Youngtown, Arizona, USA
transcendental meditation
forgetting to remember
my mantrathomas david
United Kingdom
walking meditation
cherry petals swirl
around my feetMona Bedi
Delhi, India
mindfulness class
I walk out
through the in doorNick T
Frome, Somerset, UK
4’33”
birdsong slips
into my breath countMeera Rehm
UK / Nepal
mindfulness…
between breaths faucet’s
drip Drip DRIPStephen J. DeGuire
Los Angeles, CA
So-ham. . .
with every breath
the journey within(Soham – this mantra represents the unity of the individual soul with the universal consciousness.)
Neena Singh
India
slow breathing
a mint leaf
quenches the airrespiro lento
una foglia di menta
disseta l’ariaangiola inglese
Italia
breathing in moonrise a web’s silver shiver
Patricia Hawkhead
England
do meditating monks
copy me
and still check the clockDan Campbell
Virginia
too many
thoughts circling
–the cicada ‘s buzzNancy Brady
Huron, Ohio
from beyond
the beyond…
first starlightKerry J Heckman
WA
circular breathing led by the willowHelen Buckingham
United Kingdom
the blankness
of the wall …
the cosmosSubir Ningthouja
Imphal, India
facing the wall
one of us blinks
right of wrongRon Scully
Burien WA
on market street
a shoeshine boy
barefoot groundingAnthony Rabang
Philippines
autumn ginko drifting with the clouds
Melissa Dennison
UK
lowered gaze,
sitting still in the humming breath —
snow gently fallsDouglas Lim
Los Angeles, California, USA
his shirts
while ironing her doubts
disappearUrszula Marciniak
Poland
Zen walk
every tree every leaf
holds my breathAnnie Wilson
Shropshire, UK
zazen —
swallowing
a ho-humVaishnavi Ramaswamy
Chennai, India
meditation mantra:
eyes closed, eyes closed, eyes —
what about now?Mimi Dollinger
Colorado, USA
sukhasana …
sweating in cloudless heat
among still treesMarilyn Humbert
Australia
chanting ommm together
me
and the fanMarjan Sabouri
Greece
alpha waves—
the moon
above the lakeSandip Chauhan
USA
a zest of zen
in the ladle
Harvest MoonOrense Nicod
Paris, France
trying not to think
I think
about tryingNalini Shetty
Mumbai, India
two old men
counting breaths to ten
the rain starts upchad henry
Aurora CO USA
a rainy day
the cat meditates better
than I doIvan Georgiev
Germany
guided meditation
my migraine
flies awayRuth Holzer
Potomac Falls, VA
mindfulness
the scent of warm waffles
creeps into the mindMarie Derley
Belgium
kundalini
my inner demons now
wide awakeJahnavi Gogoi
Ajax, Ontario, Canada
meditation
perspiration beading
on my foreheadMinal Sarosh
Ahmedabad, India
breathe in
a wasp’s buzz fills
the tree shadowSamo Kreutz
Ljubljana, Slovenia
park bench
i release the hum
of the bumblebeeMargaret Anderson
Vancouver, BC
sitting in silence
footsteps awaken me
back from the immenseRita R. Melissano
Rock Island, IL USA
still waters
this life I have
is enoughCynthia Anderson
Yucca Valley, California
sci-fi meditation
walking step by step on Mars
kicking up red dustGreer Woodward
Hawaii, USA
sunlit carpet
the cat’s hour
of meditationRichard Straw
Cary, North Carolina
stepping into it slowly the forest of silence bathing
Kathabela Wilson
USA
Zen walk
going nowhere
slowlyAnne Fox
Broomes Island, MD USA
focused on diyas my blues now blossoms
(Diya is a traditional oil lamp of India and focusing on its flame is a form of meditation in the process.)
Lakshman Bulusu
Princeton, NJ, USA
pool walking
full focus on
how many lengthsMaxianne Berger
Outremont, Quebec
feeling peace
then thoughts
dam, dam, damHerb Goldsmith
Texas, USA
circling the stupas
on the path to Everest
om mani padme humBruce Feingold
Berkeley, CA, USA
tintinabulation
i am the sound
of temple bellMargie Gustafson
Lombard, IL USA
walking meditation…
beyond 12 steps
a road less traveledLaurie Greer
Washington, DC
meditation hall
the still body
of a praying mantisCezar Ciobica
Romania
zendo
a window open
to the cherry treeCristina-Valeria Apetrei
Romania
Tibetan singing bowl –
deep caves open up
to snuggle inCristina Povero
Italy
waiting room
within the waiting room
counting breathsC.R. Harper
United States
flow state slipping in and out of the interstices
Lee Hudspeth
United States
insomnia
my deep breaths until …Sumitra Kumar
India
predawn —
a chirp
through the silent chantRaji Vijayaraghavan
Bangalore
lucid dreaming
I really hope
i am the butterflyMyxlP
Newfoundland
Join us next week for Deborah’s commentary on additional poems…
Bios
Guest Editor Deborah Karl-Brandt lives in Sinzig, Germany, with her husband, two rabbits, and a sizable collection of books. After completing her PhD in Scandinavian languages and literatures, she works as a freelance writer. Her works have appeared in numerous haiku and short poetry magazines and have earned her several honorable mentions, second place in the haiku competition at the 2021 Pula Film Festival, and the 6th Star Haiku Contest Overseas Grand Prize in 2025. Also in 2025, she was selected as a fellow for confluence. She has also served as a guest editor for Haiku Dialogue since 2023. Her new book, Wild Rabbit Moon, was published in 2026.
Assistant Editor Lafcadio, a former teacher, now works from home writing, editing and proofreading study guides for nursing textbooks. She lives in Tennessee. She has written poetry for a long time but a couple of years ago fell in love with Japanese micropoetry and hasn’t looked back. Lafcadio has been published in a number of journals and anthologies. She writes under the nom de plume of Lafcadio because nom de plume is so fun to say. You can read her poems on Twitter (X) @lafcadiopoetry or BlueSky @lafcadiobsky.
Assistant Editor Vandana Parashar is an associate editor of haikuKATHA and one of the editors of Poetry Pea and #FemkuMag. Her debut e-chapbook, I Am, was published by Title IX Press (now Moth Orchid Press) in 2019 and her second chapbook Alone, I Am Not, was published by Velvet Dusk Publishing in April 2022.
Lori Zajkowski is the Post Manager for Haiku Dialogue. She lives in New York City and enjoys reading and writing haiku.
Managing Editor Katherine Munro lives in Whitehorse, Yukon Territory, and publishes under the name kjmunro. She served as Membership Secretary for Haiku Canada for ten years, and her debut poetry collection is contractions (Red Moon Press, 2019). Find her at: kjmunro1560.wordpress.com.
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Dear Deborah,
Kudos ! Another wonderful selection of haiku and senryu in your long list! Each one has its own special and lasting charm. I congratulate the authors and thank them and you for a truly enjoyable read.
Dear Millicent,
Thank you for your comment. I’m glad you enjoyed this selection. It’s always nice to get feedback that you’ve done a good job, and it’s also nice for all the poets to know how much their poems are appreciated.
Bests
Deborah
I don’t know where this comment might land as I’m still not good at using this website but I would love to appreciate the Guest Editor, Mrs. Deborah Karl-Brandt and the members of the Haiku Dialogue Team for including my work. I had a great time reading through this long list and one such poem appeared to me that people maybe of same mind when we meditate together (on something). See the poem below and my previous draft I didn’t submit:
beginner’s yoga
all I get to release
is gas
Tracy Davidson
Warwickshire, UK
The poem I didn’t submit:
breath after breath…
my second fart in
lotus flower sit
Ahmad Olawale
Osun State, Nigeria
(I didn’t submit this one because at that moment I couldn’t think of a word to replace “fart.” After reading through this long list, I have a pool of vocabularies already hehe.) I appreciate every contributor here too.
Dear Ahmad Olawale,
thank you for your thought-provoking commentary. I’m glad this selection provided a satisfying reading experience. As I read, I could feel myself becoming more at ease with each poem.
I think you’ve made a very beautiful observation there. In similar situations, we feel and act the same way, no matter where we live. It’s so important to understand that and truly feel it in your heart.
I also think that the haiku of the Japanese masters often used quite graphic imagery of physical processes that sometimes offend our sensibilities today. Haiku can be so many things and offers room for that, and I find the poems that show us our human side and strip away the masks we’ve built for ourselves particularly rewarding to read.
Bests
Deborah
Dear Terri,
thank you for leaving your comment. And I’m happy to hear you liked this selection.
Bests
Deborah
I had a great time reading all the poems and different approaches to meditation on the long list. Thank you, Deborah for including my poem and thanks to the members of the Haiku Dialogue Team for all that you do.
So many haiku made me smile. As cows are at the top of my list…
backward chant
the cow’s cosmic answer
to oum
Daya Bhat
India
Thank you Madeleine :) :)
Reading all these meditation poems really lifted the spirits this week. I loved yours too … the reason why we all meditate is to breathe and walk lighter in the true sense!
Daya
Hi Madeleine,
I was also really moved by this poem. Not only is it beautiful because of its musicality, but I also like the image of the cows having their own way of simply sitting there. In this poem, the cow becomes a fellow creature and brings us closer to it. I also like the subtle humor.
Bests
Deborah
I’m really enjoying this selection Deborah so thank you for including my contribution. I particularly like this one:
trying not to think
I think
about trying
Nalini Shetty
Mumbai, India
Hi Patricia
yes, this poem is beautiful. I really like the wordplay in it and the struggle. It has an air of honesty.
Bests
Deborah
Delightful to read this morning! Wonderful poems!
Dear C. Jean Downer,
thank you for your comment. I’m glad you enjoyed reading this selection.
Bests
Deborah
Thank you so much, Deborah, and the entire HD team for including my poem in today’s long list. I greatly enjoyed reading through the various approaches to the theme, but I kept coming back to the humor of
oooommmmmmmmmmmygod!
petro c. k.
Seattle, Washington
Me,too, Eavonka. I particularly enjoyed all the haiku that seemed to indicate that it is not easy to meditate, that it is not easy to turn off the noise and become zen. And Congratulations to the ones who recognize it and try anyway, and also congratulations to all who have found the way to achieve the quiet that meditation brings to them.
Thanks, Deborah, for including mine in the former category., And thanks to KJ and the rest of the volunteers who work tirelessly to keep this column going. May you also find time to meditate.
Dear Eavonka,
yes, this poem really stands out. The form, the wordplay, the humor. I’m sure I’ll remember this one for a long time to come. And we could all use a little compassionate joy in our lives.
Bests
Deborah
Wow, some really good stuff here. I would like to share mine since it wasn’t chosen this time.
morning meditation
a stye
in my third eye