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It is the reader's imaginative collaboration with the words that must supply the experience and, in so doing, approximate the poet's original moment of realisation.

The following three Haiku by Bash illustrate this master principle. It may be noted that all three, in their own way, echo the mood of forlorn melancholy expressed by Sri Chinmoy:

Yamiji kite/naniyara yukashi/sumire-gusa.

Treading the mountain path,
The violets fill my heart
With indefinable longings.

Uki ware o/sabishigara seyo/kankodori.

Overwhelm my melancholy
With the loneliness of your note,
0 cuckoo!

Kono aki wa/nande toshiyoru/kumo ni tori

Why am I aging so
This autumn?
A bird flying into the clouds.[5]