This may be viewed under
"contemporary haiga."
It wasn't something that I
was expecting or waiting for. It was something that happened when I
actually just wanted to be by myself. A flock
of birds suddenly started chirping non-stop. The
birds were hopping from one branch to another. It was a
beautiful experience! I didn't care what kind of birds they were, nor
what color of wings they had. What mattered at that time was that
their songs made my heart sing. Like the haiku master Kobayashi Issa, I have
also heard the music of heaven. Here is one of Issa's prose translated by
Nobuyuki Yuasa.
It was widedly rumored that certain
persons had heard celestial music coming down from heaven around two o'clock in
the morning on New Year's Day. And they say it has been heard every eighth
night since. Some told me in all seriousness that they actually heard the music
at such and such place on such and such a night. Others dismissed it as simply
a prank played by the wanton wind. I, for one, was inclined to take the idea
seriously, but could neither accept it as completely true or reject it as
absolutely impossible. For heaven and earth are filled with strange and
mysterious powers, and we have all heard of the dancing maidens, and the
"sweet dew" that came from above. It is not possible that courtiers
in the halls of heaven may have been rejoicing to see the world at peace and
called for music-- and if we could not hear it, is it not probable that it was
our sinful natures that prevented us? In any event, I found myself intrigued,
and invited a group of friends to come to my humble cottage on the nineteenth
day of March. We all listened intently, from early evening on, but we heard
nothing until the first sunbeams touched the far end of the eastern sky. Then all
at once we heard a voice-- we heard music-- coming from the plum tree near my
window.
Only birds
sing the music of heaven
in this world.
The Essential Haiku: Versions of
Basho, Buson, and Issa
Edited by Robert
Hass
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