on a beautiful southern californian day, while walking with my dogs around my garden, we came across a dead hummingbird, half of its body shrunk into itself, with only one wing and one eye left.
it was like an iridescent apparition. I took it for a last flight, at the end laying it by a buddha sculpture I had got in burma, sitting by the giant umbrella pine tree in my garden.
as I turn around, another hummingbird flies across us, as if that 1/2 hummingbird had resurrected, through the power of dharmic love.
that was divine.
the 19th century music is by alessandro moreschi, the last castrato, the only castrato of the classic bel canto tradition to make solo sound recordings.