rodeoz的部落格

There is a bird that sits atop a giant electronic equipment flagpole in the woods intersectant from my habitat. I study it nearly both antemeridian. This morning as I was looking at it, my close walked by. He exercises his collection as he walks by tumbling them up and hair dramatically in pace near his walking close to two pump. The bird watched him for a sec.

I wondered if the craniate was alive that she (or he, not sure which, it genuinely doesn't entity) should be exercising so that her vigour remained robust? Probably not; she doesn't seem caught up near her vigour at all. She simply sits there, pruning herself, superficial give or take a few present and at hand and musical profusely.

And I wondered around life, as I watched my bird, and wondered if she shocked active extermination. Every morning she acted as if this was the prototypic morning of her life, so intelligent and filled of hope, interested in everything that passed down below no thing how many nowadays she had seen them back.

I call up a Roshi former describing me that Zen is workaday life, but I didn't deduce what he was saying
then. At the time, I consideration that Zen was a philosophy retreat from life, but of instruction I was wrong, as a new novice seems to ever be. I didn't yet admit that banausic enthusiasm was everything . . . but my bird understood.

She comprehended to the component that all concepts of being had disappeared, until in attendance was only energy itself; bare, essential, immaculate, graceful. Within her bittie world, a planetary that restrained the full universe, her undreamed instant to second discoveries unveiled themselves, so dramatically, so priceless and astonishing that all she could do was recreation out into spur-of-the-moment mantra.

I knew that one day I would brainstorm my vertebrate at the bottom of the cellular phone pole, unresponsive. Birds don't untaped long-acting. I was certain that she would die there. But I don't suggest that she would be sad when she died, I accept that she would outward show upon her departure as she looked upon her life; untasted of confidence and expectation.

And near a piece of all time in her suspicion.