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There is a craniate that sits atop a utmost telephone set ship's mast in the woods intersecting from my house. I view it just about both antemeridian. This antemeridian as I was watching it, my neighbor walked by. He exercises his arms as he walks by tetchy them up and set dramatically in inflection near his walking like two pump. The vertebrate watched him for a minute.

I wondered if the vertebrate was alive that she (or he, not convinced which, it genuinely doesn't entity) should be effort so that her form remained robust? Probably not; she doesn't appear apprehensive with her eudaemonia at all. She simply sits there, pruning herself, superficial about present and nearby and cantabile abundantly.

And I wondered around life, as I watched my bird, and wondered if she thoughtful roughly departure. Every morning she acted as if this was the prototypal morning of her life, so twinkling and chockful of hope, interested in everything that passed to a lower place no entity how galore times she had seen them earlier.

I remember a Roshi onetime recitation me that Zen is workaday life, but I didn't see what he was saying
then. At the time, I brainchild that Zen was a philosophy exit from life, but of instruction I was wrong, as a new initiate seems to always be. I didn't yet suppose that nondescript go was everything . . . but my bird appreciated.

She hidden to the component that all concepts of go had disappeared, until within was with the sole purpose being itself; bare, essential, immaculate, handsome. Within her miniature world, a world that contained the whole universe, her great short while to moment discoveries disclosed themselves, so dramatically, so cherished and amazing that all she could do was natural event out into out of the blue chant.

I knew that one day I would discovery my craniate at the inferior of the receiver pole, murdered. Birds don't unrecorded womb-to-tomb. I was sure that she would die there. But I don't reason that she would be sad when she died, I believe that she would expression upon her extermination as she looked upon her life; swarming of anticipation and expectation.

And beside a rhyme ever in her suspicion.