Jani's morning meditation

Jani sat down and made himself comfortable. The gentle sound of the nearby stream, which was located a short walk downhill, and to the left, unseen, behind some bushes, washed over him. He sat, content, concentrating on the cleansing sound. Suddenly, quail song (Ophrysia superciliosa), a shrill whistle, cut through the sruti note of the mountain stream, as the perpetrator fluttered quickly downhill to join the rest of his gang for the usual day's foraging. The quail flew downhill every morning to forage, in leisurely fashion, for seed and insects, while walking back up the hill to roost.

ekam jnanam nityam adyantashunyam
yad bhedo'sminn indriyopadhina

"jnana is one. It is eternal. It is without beginning or end.
That there is division in this world is because of the limitation of the senses."