Monday 9 November 2009

Monday Morning

My curtains open to a grey morning. Adorning the distant wire top fence the starlings, doves and woodpigeon are interspersed with sparrows who act as surreal punctuation in this sentence of birds. A blackbird swoops down to join them as the jackdaws circle overhead, turning cartwheels in the mist.

“The infinite is in the finite of every instant” - Zen Proverb

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