7. it was on top of the cypress tree that crow learned how to fly

.

crow was sitting on top of the cypress tree
cawing about all it could see
down below
and up above

they were walking on the forgotten earth
listening to crow
but watching the picture reflected
in the mirror they were holding
in front of their faces

.



and seven is an end... each end a beginning...
/nooshin azadi/

6. it was raining when crow learned how to forgive

.

the sun was absent
rain was washing away
the hunter's footprints
on the blood-stained soil

.

5. it was by the pond that crow learned how to pause

.

the pond was as still as the stones
the world was upside down
the higher it soared
the deeper it sank

.

4. it was over a bridge that crow learned how to teach

.

the path stretched in front of the traveler
the sky above his head
trees all around him
and the bridge underneath his feet

.

3. it was with a bag that crow learned how to get

.

the traveler gathered seeds of all plants along the road
carrying them in a bag on his back
he walked on and on
never turning back

the hole in his bag helped him travel lightly

.

2. it was by the river that crow learned how to think

.

the river never paused
the rocks never moved
yet they sang together

the wind never stopped
the trees never walked
yet they danced together

.

1. it was fall when crow learned how to love

.

the persimmon tree was shedding leaves
exposing its fruits to ripen
in the cold

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this new series consisting of a number of microstories is dedicated to a dear friend who's got a thousand and one heads but only one heart... a heart as vast as the sky... timmy, thanks for being such a great friend to all of us...