Off in the distance
A single bird sings sweetly
A sign this gray February morning
Spring will come soon
Heartened by its melody
I lingered, longer than usual
Soaking in last notes
Stirring hope within me
A mystery to me–
How such a small creature
can ignite such passion
with so simple a song
What a serendipitous blessing, I thought
For something so small to weigh so large
Something so unexpected to spark unity–
A sense God is always there
Something inside me changed, and now
climbing a mountain today
seems far less important
than sitting in quiet holy reception
Poetic Alchemist 
Dan: Yep. This is so very true. I’m here…Here…HERE! Thanks for bringing this back into view. You’re still a monk!
Just looking at one of your previous blog incarnations and noticed this:
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Back in my ‘monk’ days, someone mentioned this sign they saw in Las Vegas:
“You must be present to win.”
We all thought that that was a useful reminder.
LOVE!
Hayden: Thanks for stopping and sharing. Love owls.
lovely, I really enjoyed this!
my birds came in the night – two owls singing softly to each other of love – and my sleep was comforted.
Thanks Dan. You Jazz guys stick together.
Floots: Thanks. I can imagine that whistle of yours.
Pat: Thanks. I guess birds of a feather, well, stick together.
Don, I did that very same thing the last cold day we had. One bird on a bare limb with a beautiful song to sing. Beautiful written!!
i am a non-religious person
(but with a pantheistic note in my whistle) 🙂
and this does the job for me
and i’m with borut as to roland kirk
cheers
Don’t you wish you’d bet a bunch on the Giants? And, speaking of Roland Kirk, check this out:
Andrew: Thanks. Yes, I agree. I’m ready spring, but is spring ready for us?
Borut: Thanks. I will have to look up this piece by Kirk.
Beautiful, Don!:) Reminds me of Roland Kirk, the great jazz musician, and of his great piece called Bright Moments!:) Best wishes!:)
funny – I just wrote a tanka mentioning a singing bird in the night, due to the unusual warmth. I guess we’re all thinking of spring. 🙂
Paul: Yes indeed, a songbird prayer. Good size-up of what I experienced. And best of all, God was there and I was there to witness.
Nice, I don’t know what it is exactly about bird calls, but they can resonate deeply. I used to be out at dawn a lot. Don’t know my birds, but there was this one call that used to enchant me – very simple, a pair, as I recall, of fairly sustained notes, one higher one lower, that would come at infrequent, stately-sounding intervals. Was like celebration touched with melancholy and somehow sounded to me something like a prayer.
Thanks Kai. I will be tuning in the game from time to time.
Polona: Thanks so much. Yep, I think it is true too.
wonderful, don, and so true!
That is a lovely poem.
Go Giants!
are u
watching the super bowl?
Dan: Thanks. Yeah is right. A little birdie told me…
Yeah…