Tree swallows are back on their house. Looking up at them I see the clear blue sky. Then I see the clear blue shoulders on the birds. Mirrors for each other, are the shoulders sky and is sky the birds? Sky and bird feed each other in their play. The sky knows itself through bird flight and the bird know itself through sky expanse.
They each fly without tracks. Only mind can see their imprints, can feel their clarity and blueness. Blessed to experience the blazing vision of swallow song and sky with a gentle breeze off the mountains. Spring morning is full of beginnings.
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