One of the best times in my life was when I got to hold a wild bird. No, really. Wild bird! Meaning, the bird did not come from a cage, its wings were not clipped, and it could roam as free as it wanted to.
It came and landed underneath the table I was sitting at. Moving slowly, I put out my finger. He got on!
I fed him honey water. I took him into Starbucks to show him off. I pet this bird with my fingers as he nussled up against my neck and entangled himself in my hair.
A lady that witnessed the miraculous scene stopped to ask, "What are you going to so with it?"
"He is not mine to do anything with." I replied. "If he chooses to stay, he can stay. If he chooses to take flight, he can go. I'm not going to cage this little fellow."
She wasn't pleased with my answer. She walked away.
I was allowed to put him in my shirt where he sat perched on the collar. Taking a small bike ride, he came with me to the spot I sleep at. He may have stayed with me if it wasn't for the loud beaping being produced by a construction front loader truck backing up.
With practiced horse stance, I can see this happening again. All I have to do is see the tree and allow thoughts to come and go without holding onto them.
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