The little yellow finch has been coming to visit every morning,
he perches in the rosemary patch outside the window
and flits through branches with the lightness of a feather.
and flits through branches with the lightness of a feather.
Gracefully he swings on the rosemary twigs
searching for nectar with agility,
searching for nectar with agility,
yet keenly alert of his surroundings.
The slightest rustle in the vicinity
makes him turn and scan, again and again,
such awareness in this tiny little bird.
Watching this, it seems to be a perfect demonstration
of how awareness can bring the freedom to be yourself.
Freedom through complete presentness.
Excerpt from the book: “From the Lightness of the Heart”