now blowing emotion to the air
lungs and fingers and the flute
sobbing the distance between you and me
I want to be the sweet air
I want to be the wind dancing with the tree
my want goes mute
for I am the wind dancing
with the bamboo flute
I wrote the above poem when I was only twenty. It pretty much sums up, or at least hints at, my spiritual understanding of reality to this day. I had no knowledge of Buddhism at that time, or any other spiritual learning; the understanding was innate. Or perhaps I’d been blowing that flute too long and was about to pass out!
When I saw today’s prompt on Carpe Diem Haiku Kai, the haiku by Soen Nakagawa reminded me of my old flute poem
One note of the shakuhachi
piercing the winter clouds
(c) Soen Nakagawa
But to today’s prompt, the idea is to write a haiku in the same tune, sense and spirit as the Soen Nakagawa haiku above. Tanka suits me better for this.
the chamber of the gorge
from the flute
and I have to add a Butcherbird
through the gorge
from a high crag
the flute song
of a butcherbird
Butcherbirds have amazing voices and melodies that they change and improvise with. Just an ordinary black and white bird until they open their throats. As in this link, they often choose to sing in the spot with the best resonance.