Death comes to those we love. This is the way of nature.
When i raise the window shades at six in the morning, the movement scares the heron away. It goes to roost at the top of the weeping cherry for a couple of hours. It is a much more patient creature than i am.
When i look out the window at dusk, the heron flies away. Oh, it is persistent.
Patience and persistence are two of the qualities we need in meditation. We wait without "waiting." We effort without efforting.
The heron flies away.
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