The aircrisp
lightly scented
with chimney smoke.
The rhythmic massage
of foot and breath
bounced upon my ear
I jogged down the earthen path.
The pink hue of sunrise
backlighting
the mountain
pine view.
Deep Breath.
I broke out of the forest
to open grass field.
There!
A large low flying bird
Winged its way
toward me!
Was it the Blue Heron
from the other side of the ravine?
I slowed to watch its flight.
It broke into the sunlight!
the markings? and outline?
that of a seagull?
It was much bigger!
Could it be an Albatross?
I stopped
Looking
Straight up
It passed over head.
My Breath!
heaved In and Out
My Mind?
What was I seeing?
I Held my Breath
Was it magic?
An albatross?
Never this far inland!
or North!
Large bird
Yellow hooked beak
Tapered tail
Impossible!
But there it was.
What did it mean?
and then
in an instant
It was behind the trees.
Strained eyes search
the blue pink sky
Come back.
Come back!
Did someone else see?
The Albatross.
Was it my mind?
It's tricks?
I laughed! Yes!
As always
my thoughts
had become
the albatross!
1 comment:
Yesterday's meditation brought the memory of my seeing the albatross here in Northern California back in February of 2006. With that memory came the buddhist symbology of the bird passing across the enduring sky. And then I laughed at the play on words. Since my sighting I have often gone back on that story replaying or creating new stories of meaning. Seeing it as it is has been lost...until now.
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