Sorrow lingered all night. I woke with a start.
The bird sangha assembled outside chanting Amitabha with such tenderness.
I fed them and all flew back to their forest home.
All but one who whispered to me, โ€œItโ€™s okay, Itโ€™s okay. Itโ€™s love.โ€
I settled into my breath and off she flew.

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