I am singing to the
Medicine Buddha this morning,
as visions of a mountain meadow
appear in my mind’s eye.

Inner me sees a bird circle
in the air, descend
and perch on a
grey worn fence post.

A chirp echoes outside,
I open my eyes and
the very same bird appears,
soft blue-hued, red breasted.

It
perches on a branch
on the tree outside
my window,
not three feet away,
holding the same pose.

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