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I Heard the Bird One Day

Wind moves through
this hollow reed body
touches the five senses

and becomes a song.

Who is the Master
of this orchestra...
and how does Emptiness
become love or a tea cup?

I heard a bird one day

and became the bird hearing.

Then waking from this spiritual dream
of Oneness...
The world resolved itself
and nothing at all happened.

Yet the Ancient One continues to
wink and smile.

~Adyashanti