The window is the Same today, yesterday and tomorrow. What has changed? Did the view change? Did the trees or birds change? I lay on my floor and look out this small but wide window. There’s so much to see. The birds fly with freedom. They carry no burdens on their wings or drag heavy chains from their feet. The trees dance and they listen to the sound of the wind. Even the wind sings a melody. They are not concerned with their neighbors judgment or how they listen to the beat of the blowing wind or how they reach for the sky. They just keep reaching and dancing . The trees and the birds are wise. They are free and present. From this floor I listen and receive. The window has not changed but have I ?
By: Brittany Fujiyama
