i love all haiku...so simple and to the point!..
how delightfully caring you are joe.. the child in you is still there i see... the beauty of the bird is the joy of seeing it in flight.. if only we had wings then we too might be liberated ... however we are chained to the ground... without wings to soar to the heavens except within the realms of our imagination.. merle Merle, I study them from life because I paint them. I don't know why I do this. And I'm new at both things, so I don't know how long either thing will last. I love knowing their lovely names, and I love reciting their names. Like reciting the names of the stars at night. I hope you know many of your stars in the South. I fell in love with them, and some of the fine folks under them, in the 1980s. We're one with the birds, and they with us. We all enjoy the freedom of the great Liberation, and the great Participation. If I go away from them and don't look, can I really go far enough and not be one with them? When I was a small child I once held a wounded Sparrow and kissed it on its head, and it bit me on the cheek. You already know my liking of mister Issa's haiku: THE BABY SPARROWS The baby sparrows; if you're kind to them, they'll poop on you. --Joe PS I think only good marksmanship "destroys a bird's freedom to be". (I do my shooting with a Nikon, though). > Merle Lester wrote: > > joe.. > > the bird is free.. > never chain the bird.. > in so doing we chain ourselves.... > i am not a bird watcher as such.. > > even watching birds do we destroy their freedom to be?..
