Friday, July 3, 2009

On Sparrows


Sparrows peck at the dirt under a tree and fly away into its branches like escaping criminals when I walk past. Which is more stunning? That the Tao sustains them in their daily life? Or that they exist at all?

How miraculously small we are.

2 comments:

CM said...

We are itty bitty brilliant flakes, can't hardly look at one of us directly, even for one moment...

HK Stewart said...

"Brilliant flakes." I like that. Thanks.