I heard a cow give birth this morning. I heard a calf born. I know, it sounds strange, and it actually is quite an odd thing.
I was sitting in the back yard with my coffee, listening to the birds. Normally, birds are all that I hear at that time of the morning, but today, somewhere behind the acre of oak trees, I heard the noises.
First, a mans voice, impatient and loud. Then a dog bark. Then...
Cattle. The low, low, urgent, long, moaning of the mother.
It seemed as if she was asking for help, or peace.
Either way, I listened, even though it sounded horrifying or, beautiful.
I think that what I heard, I believe that what I heard,
defined transcendence.
Morning Haiku
Turn the other cheek -
Wisdom interprets essence
listen with one ear
Morning Words
Spirit
Felt
Random
Dream
Pulsing
Body
Open
Feeling
Liquid
Thought
Escape
Mind
Portraying
Soul
Compassion
Blind
-kyuuri
