The perching bird gives no thought

to the mechanics of flight

nor inspection of feather or feet.

It sings without concern of being judged

or fear of intruding on its neighbors.

It does not know itself as separate

from the grand tapestry

constantly being rewoven

as each thread moves and breathes.

The bird’s wing and song fly

through creation as creation itself.

Particle and whole are the same.

Remembering this perfection

present in all things

great and small

inspires my soul to take flight.