The bird caught my attention. Seeing the photo, my eyes locked on the thorns. The focus of the bird’s body bridged the two. All three created the beauty. I continued to ponder and noticed how my eyes moved around the picture without resting specifically on the bird, the branch, the thorns or the contrast.

I heard the Whisper’s soft giggle. “Can you now see all three, and yet see only one?”

“Mindfulness,” I replied.

“Well done. Well done.”