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On an old afternoon, an elderly hermit sat beneath a plum tree shedding its leaves. The spring breeze carried the scent of damp earth. A small bird fell from a branch, its wing broken, its tiny body trembling. A young man walking along the path saw the bird whimpering amidst the fallen leaves. Moved by something inside him, without thinking, he picked up the bird, brought it to the hermit, and said, > “Master, look… a poor little bird. What should I do?” The hermit gazed at him for a long while in silence. Then, with a voice as soft as the wind through the leaves, he spoke: > “When you help an injured bird, do not think you are doing a good deed. For in that moment, you and the bird are one. You are merely tending to yourself.” The young man was taken aback. The words felt strange to his logic but close to something deep inside his chest. Because the truth is this: Every act you perform for another being is, in essence, an act you perform upon yourself. When your hands mend a bird’s wing, it is not because it is a bird. Not because it is small and fragile. Not because you are human and superior. But because the wound outside reflects a wound within you. For when you witness the suffering of others, what you truly encounter first is the reflection of your own being. Whether it’s pity, compassion, or even the urge to turn away — it is all a mirror of your relationship with yourself. When you reach out your hand, it’s not the bird’s importance that moves you. It is because, in that moment, you no longer know where you end and where the bird begins. You both exist under the same sky, bound by one existence. You are merely tending to that existence — and that existence is yourself. Thus, when you harm another, hate, or abandon — you are in fact building walls within yourself. What you touch in others, you inevitably touch within your own being. In Zen, compassion is not born of morality, not of doctrine, but of recognizing that all things are one existence. Your actions toward others are but a reflection of your actions toward yourself. When a person saves a bird without thinking — not to be praised, not out of fear of sin, not in hope of reward — but simply because, in that moment, there is no separation between them and the bird, then that is pure action. Like water flowing downhill without thinking “I must go there.” Like the wind brushing against branches without intention. In such a moment, there is neither good nor evil, merit nor sin — only one existence tending to itself in countless forms. That bird is you. And you are that bird. When you touch the wound upon its wing, you touch an unseen wound within yourself. When you let it die, a part of your own humanity quietly dies with it. And if all this can happen without thoughts of ‘I am good’ or ‘I am bad’, then the action becomes part of the harmony of existence itself. That is why the old hermit spoke: > “Do not think you are doing a good deed. For in that moment, you and the bird are one. You are merely tending to yourself.” For in the end, every intention, every act, every silence, every movement that happens in this world is a way in which life touches itself. For in true being, there is no ‘other’. There is only one existence, in countless reflections, endlessly touching, endlessly tending to itself, under countless names. #CapCut #zen #life #perseverance #4upage #world #weight

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