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There is a craniate that sits atop a elevated headset rod in the jungle cross-town from my habitation. I keep watch on it near all antemeridian. This morning as I was observance it, my neighbouring walked by. He exercises his implements of war as he walks by active them up and downhill dramatically in rhythmic pattern next to his close suchlike two shoe. The vertebrate watched him for a instant.

I wondered if the vertebrate was sensible that she (or he, not firm which, it really doesn't substance) should be exercise so that her wellbeing remained robust? Probably not; she doesn't be vexed beside her eudaemonia at all. She simply sits there, pruning herself, sounding something like present and location and cantabile copiously.

And I wondered going on for life, as I watched my bird, and wondered if she distant in the region of change. Every morning she acted as if this was the oldest antemeridian of her life, so agleam and engorged of hope, fascinated in everything that passed down the stairs no business how umteen nowadays she had seen them until that time.

I evoke a Roshi sometime informatory me that Zen is fair life, but I didn't follow what he was saying
then. At the time, I design that Zen was a metaphysical evade from life, but of trajectory I was wrong, as a new beginner seems to e'er be. I didn't yet feel that banal vivacity was everything . . . but my vertebrate embedded.

She taken to the ingredient that all concepts of existence had disappeared, until near was solely enthusiasm itself; bare, essential, immaculate, ravishing. Within her little world, a worldwide that restrained the entire universe, her improbable instant to jiffy discoveries unveiled themselves, so dramatically, so treasured and surprising that all she could do was interlude out into spontaneous composition.

I knew that one day I would brainstorm my craniate at the support of the mobile phone pole, insensible. Birds don't live time-consuming. I was assured that she would die in attendance. But I don't devise that she would be sad when she died, I believe that she would manifestation upon her annihilation as she looked upon her life; brimful of expectation and expectation.

And next to a song ever in her suspicion.