a sparrow flies to the window sill early this dawning–a small humble bird–& he erupts into song! i mean that he seems to puff up & grow enormous to my inner sight, & then he just explodes into singing, like a crystalline shower of rainbows & stars! it is dark enough to see the whole extravaganza, almost a surreal fireworks display, a musical magical frolic of the best music & light show that i have ever witnessed! the sparrow's song transports me instantly to the revered pure land, where beauty, kindness & affection are themselves a language, a heart-spoken silent speech. i have just enough time to draw in a deep breath of this purity & love, & now i am standing by the window again. the song sparrow, looking in at me from the window sill, winks at me, a broad exaggerated, knowing wink! i quickly wink back & grin because, Shiva, i would recognize You in any disguise! thank You for giving my day a festive beginning. thank You for this big smile stretching wide across my face!