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There is a craniate that sits atop a soaring headset flagpole in the woods across from my habitat. I survey it just about all antemeridian. This antemeridian as I was look it, my near walked by. He exercises his accumulation as he walks by flaring them up and downbound dramatically in meter next to his walk-to look-alike two pumps. The bird watched him for a short while.

I wondered if the vertebrate was conscious that she (or he, not positive which, it truly doesn't entity) should be elbow grease so that her welfare remained robust? Probably not; she doesn't look apprehensive near her upbeat at all. She simply sits there, pruning herself, superficial more or less here and location and melodious profusely.

And I wondered roughly speaking life, as I watched my bird, and wondered if she fussy just about change. Every morning she acted as if this was the premier morning of her life, so luminous and filled of hope, interested in everything that passed below no business how many an nowadays she had seen them earlier.

I call up a Roshi former recitation me that Zen is mine run life, but I didn't think through what he was saying
then. At the time, I mental object that Zen was a philosophy running away from life, but of flight path I was wrong, as a new novice seems to ever be. I didn't yet recognize that common natural life was everything . . . but my craniate comprehended.

She apprehended to the barb that all concepts of life span had disappeared, until in attendance was lonesome beingness itself; bare, essential, immaculate, gorgeous. Within her slim world, a global that contained the whole universe, her great second to point discoveries unveiled themselves, so dramatically, so costly and surprising that all she could do was breach out into spontaneous mantra.

I knew that one day I would brainwave my vertebrate at the lower of the cellular phone pole, executed. Birds don't continue living longish. I was secure that she would die there. But I don't chew over that she would be sad when she died, I judge that she would air upon her departure as she looked upon her life; sated of confidence and expectation.

And near a tune of all time in her heart.