"Haiku: Eastern Culture" - Translations and commentary by Reginald H. Blyth

A haiku is not a poem, it is not literature; 

it is a hand becoming, 

a door half-opened, 

a mirror wiped clean.  

It is a way of returning to nature, 

to our moon nature, 

our cherry blossom nature, 

our falling leaf nature, 

in short, to our Buddha nature.