|Yosa Buson(1716 - 1784) 与謝蕪村|
I told her that is what I love so much about haiku poets, and that you are among the very best, in that regard especially. She and I are both okay with your posting any comments you wish, and anonymity is not at all a concern.
In studying and observing crows and ravens, I have learned what remarkable, intelligent birds they are and what beautiful societies they inhabit. Rather than a Darwinist survival of the fittest, crows and ravens live via mutual aid. If one locates a carcass, it will recruit as many others as it can to share in the bounty.
This generosity in turn secures the host's chances of being invited to share in the future meals of his kin. There is even sharing and recruiting amongst and between other corvid species! I think that is beautiful, and very in keeping with the "give-away" tradition seen across American Indian cultures.
Can you imagine the world we might live in if we materialistic, individualistic white folks could figure out how to adopt and live by those same principles....?
Once, just before I finally divorced my first husband (after 20 years and 2 kids together), I had a vision in which I stood at the edge of an incredible rock precipice. I knew I had to jump, and I understood that I would die if I did. But somehow, I found the courage in the vision to jump anyway.
As soon as I began to fall, the wind rushing past my face, my outreached arms turned to wings, and I was transformed into a raven. I found myself soaring to even greater heights, far above that same cliff.
I learned that sometimes we have to die to parts of ourself, or parts of our life, in order to be reborn into a higher form of ourselves. Which seems an important sentiment to remember on Good Friday...