I Ask the Hoopoe Three Questions
In my dreams I am always traveling: as Joni says, “looking for something, what can it be?” My home is the stairway down to the subway, up to the train platform, watching the landscape moving beside the bus.
Here I am again, on the road…in the median I see the bird—huge, red crested, black and white striped wings. I step off the highway into the lush green.
Hoopoe is both real and mythical. It is associated with death, war, and disease, but also with purity, virtue and leadership. Sometimes it is a messenger between heaven and earth.
I like best the hoopoe in the Sufi story-poem, “The Conference of the Birds”.
What did you
find at the end of
Dark and light
intermingling inside your
eye? Do you know Crow?
I really did have this dream, and spent a few days online looking for the bird. I knew the hoopoe from the Sufi story, but I don’t think I knew what it really looked like. It’s a beauty! dVerse also had a prompt earlier in the week about hometowns, which was the starting point for my haibun .
And any excuse for some Joni Mitchell (I was at this concert).
Happy Draw-a Bird Day!
My dream is singing
my dream is death rising
My dream calls spirits
my dream frees ghosts that are me
My dream is all eyes
my dream is everywhere here
Trust the keeper
trust the howling caught inside
trust the chaos and the night
I know some cultures have 13 names for the moon year, but I’m going with this being the Blue Wolf Moon. Hopefully, a harbinger of better times for all–
Really? Talking birds?
Me too! Taking flight in seas
This is loosely a response to the Secret Keeper’s Haiku Review prompt for “How to Recount Your Dreams”.
But mostly it’s an excuse to use the birdlings that appeared on my drawing table a few days ago.
I have a feeling that they will be back…
I’ve also posted this on dVerse, open link night.
Several people have told me that my recent comments have ended up in their spam folder. I find comments to us from other people in there as well. Just one of the WordPress quirks–it pays to check it out every few days just in case.
Do you hear the voices
of dragons? Do you dream fire
and water, treasure and storm?
Does your heart provide a mirror
to burn away the veil?
Again and again you seek the
fields of forgiveness, hand held
hostage by the lair of sleep.
The art is watercolor and ink on rice paper.
Bye n bye
close your eyes
the pretty horses
path of light
it’s all right
It won’t be long
morning will come
music of the sun
ride those dreams
I’ve been dreaming of horses, and Sue Vincent’s photo prompt of a nursery with a prominent rocking horse made me think of the lullaby, “All the Pretty Little Horses”. And lullabies always make me think of James Taylor, because I used to sing his songs to my girls when they were babies. I’ve referenced “Close Your Eyes” here. Another favorite lullaby is “Bye N Bye”. I seem to remember an Odetta recording, but I couldn’t find it online, so I’m not sure where I originally heard it.
My babies are adults now, but a lullaby is always appropriate for dreaming.
And that James Taylor recording…oh yes, my friends and I all had a crush on James in 1971.
What to do between the silent secrets of stars?
Open the question at the crossroads of memory and your dreams.
Chase clouds of deep light.
Learn how to become a traveler in the unexplainable.
(in any order…)
For Jane Dougherty’s Sunday Strange Microfiction prompt, above.