Just Be

April 23, 2014

Just Be

Little chickadee perched on the cherry tree
Making merry calling out chicka-dee-dee
Hopping from branch to branch
Nuzzling frosty pink blossoms
Surely he knows what’s up
The wind blowing from the four corners
Must have told him
These are difficult times
Suffering reaches its sticky tentacles
Grasping fearfully in all directions
The trees whisper amongst themselves
Chickadee keeps on doing what he does best
Being a bird
A happy bird
There is my lesson for today
Just be who you are
Do what you came here for
Enjoy
Everything is impermanent
Except for love