Zen and the Bird of Insight

I am sitting on
the roof of the
cabin doing
zazen. Under the
eaves in front
of me is a bird
feeder. A Goldfinch
suddenly flies up
past the eaves
into sight,
wheels about,
back down,

quick, yellow,

just like that.

Steven Fortney

Heavenbone, #6, Winter-Spring, 1989 Chester, New York
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