jeffsmootNov 5, 20181 min readReflecting on Ikkyu's Crow One hundred crows fly south on a cold March day.Seeking a sign, I follow, hoping my time has come! The crows laugh. You asshat, they seem to say. The last of them is gone, leaving me to my misery.
One hundred crows fly south on a cold March day.Seeking a sign, I follow, hoping my time has come! The crows laugh. You asshat, they seem to say. The last of them is gone, leaving me to my misery.