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Daily Psalms and Directions of the Heart ç 67 Meditation: Window, Bird, Sky Birds, flying in and out of view.We see them, then we don’t. We hear them singing or rustling the leaves; when we look for them, they are gone.They leave us for whole seasons—and then one day, we see they have returned. We didn’t even know we were waiting. Birds, flitting in and out, crossing the frames of the windows. Like everything else in our world—people, creatures, weeds in the yard—sometimes we feel their presence, sometimes not. Sometimes we feel their absence. Sometimes, not. Sometimes we look out the window, sometimes we look in, sometimes we turn away. Always the sky holds all, subsumes all. Window, bird, sky: perception, object, context.The whole of what is.To sit beside the window, immerse oneself in sky, let the birds swoop in and out of sight. Sometimes no birds come, but if we pay attention, we feel something stir. At night, the window is a mirror. Phantom birds appear, real as the birds at noon. We are alone, but we are never alone. ...

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