Birdsong

Opening the window
An unexpected treat
A symphony of sound
One of birdsong sweet

Notes of high and low
Echo in the air
Chittering and chatter
A gift of morning shared

Each a song unique
A beauty that they send
Shared with gift of tongue
Their word can’t comprehend

A practice here this day
As mind gives up control
A new way to receive
To listen with the soul

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4 thoughts on “Birdsong”

  1. A lovely depiction of mindfulness:

    “A practice here this day
    As mind gives up control
    A new way to receive
    To listen with the soul”

    “Listening with the soul” is a different kind of listening from listening with the ears…

    I enjoyed this poem.

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