Birds

Woke up. Heard a small bird singing right outside my window on an electric wire. I love how he sang with complete abandon. No fear-no worry about his choice of melody or volume. He just opened his beak and began. Over and over again he sang. May as well have been atop a hundred year old mountain over an expanse of a yellowing field. How can he when the world beneath his miniature, black-clawed feet is so distracting? Something to remember when it's time for me to visualize purity and wonder during the practice of mindful awareness.