Each bird a joy
A flock of parrots went northward
To the fields north of imagination;
A cöel sang early at morn in the east,
From the mango tree east of creation.
The white crane looked at the south,
Of wisdom where lives the ever-wise;
Hornbill preferred to go to the west,
The west of the worldly enterprise.
Then came the sudden kingfisher,
Sudden in the revelation’s speed;
The eagle rose to the confident sky
Where none can its winging exceed.
The bluebird nestled in the heart
Deep in the heart of a bright flame;
But deeper yet inside is another,
As if a secret name within a name.
The swan of wide spaceless ether
Flew over the worlds across death;
The orange-breasted bird swept down,
Into birth carrying immortal breath.

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