Listening to the bird songs from my bed this morning before sunrise. Such lovely and varied improvisations based on necessity. Recently I learned that their songs change every year. Why is this? A result of their winters travels south or just arising as their lives and experiences change? Every action affects all actions.
Are my songs, ones of necessity? Do they serve a higher purpose?
This thought arose as I listened to the birds - Sound is not fixed and neither am I.
And so it goes.
