I love Sarvananda Bluestone. A writer, psychic, and Tarot expert (he’s written for Beliefnet about being a Borscht Belt psychic in resort hotels), he’s also the author of “The World Dream Book: Use the Wisdom of World Cultures to Uncover Your Dream Power.”

Sarvananda recently told me that as part of his spiritual practice he writes haiku–the three-line Japanese poetry form (five syllables, seven syllables, then five again). He composes these poems while walking along the country roads near his home in Woodstock, New York. “Several years ago I decided to walk for my exercise,” he explained. “And I found that my walks were anything but peaceful, since my chattering mind kept on chattering. Since I am not a very observant person and since I wanted to enjoy the walk, I started to write haiku each day that I took a walk.” Amazingly, he manages five to eight haikus a day. And they are completely charming. Check them out. You’ll feel like you’re right there in the country with him.

A frog in the road
Doesn’t move when I touch it;
Cold, wet and confused.

The stream rushes down
Brushing away the dead leaves;
A roadside torrent.

Swish of jeep and van.
The air is filled with gas smell,
Then all is still.

(Oops, Sarvanada, you broke form on that last one!)