Cedar Waxwings --Bombycilla cedorum, at the "Magic Hedge" in Chicago, IL.
These highly social birds sometimes pass food in a group, but these two passing a petal seem to be engaging in courtship.
"Not a Day On Any Calendar" by Rumi:
'Spring, and everything outside is growing,
even the tall cypress tree.
We must not leave this place.
Around the lip of the cup we share, these words,
My Life Is Not Mine.
If everyone were to play music, it would have to be very sweet.
We’re drinking wine, but not through lips.
We’re sleeping it off, but not in bed.
Rub the cup across your forehead.
This day is outside living and dying.
Give up wanting what other people have.
That way you’re safe.
“Where, where can I be safe?” you ask.
This is not a day for asking questions,
not a day on any calendar.
The day is conscious of itself.
This day is a lover, bread, and gentleness,
more manifest than saying can say.
Thoughts take form with words,
but this daylight is beyond and before
thinking and imagining. Those two,
they are so thirsty, but this gives smoothness
to water. Their mouths are dry, and they are tired.
The rest of this poem is too blurry
for them to read.' ~ "Not a Day On Any Calendar" by Rumi, translation by Coleman Banks
"It is not from ourselves that we learn to be better than we are." ~ Wendell Berry
'Don't forget your history,
Know your destiny,
In the abundance of water
The fool is thirsty.
Rat race, rat race, rat race!' ~ "Rat Race" by Bob Marley
"The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you're uncool." ~ Phillip Seymour Hoffman