Today has started out as a rather slow Sunday morning, and after reading a short story from a book on the shelf ("Rose City" by David Ebershoff, very interesting), I spotted a card that I'd seen everyday I've worked here yet never really read. It had on it a haiku by the Japanese poet Chiyo-ni:
Cool clear water
and fireflies that vanish
that is all there is...
I think maybe in my retrospective sadness of late, this haiku has reminds me of something that has been buzzing around my subconscious. On tour, we would take walks in the darkness of whatever nature beauty we were around that day. In a little town north of Syracuse, NY we were at the family farm of one of our band-mates. We took a giant quilt (that traveled with us) out and we laid under the stars and watched fireflies - it was amazing. Another night (or two) we walked around in complete night darkness, and throughout the landscape the fireflies glittered and it felt so mystical. I caught fireflies as a kid, but for some reason they felt extra special to me on those dark tour nights.
Maybe it's the mystic of nature that has always fascinated me, maybe it is the fact that they seem to pop out of nowhere and shine for just a brief moment. They seem to represent something for me, like some special proverb God is trying to hint to me... I can't explain it really...
"fireflies that vanish/ that is all there is..."
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