I was watching the lake and the birds.
I was watching the trees while their leaves were moving in their rhythmic dance, as the wind was swinging them gently.
I took a deep breath, and said to myself: “this is harmony.”
I set there, meditating, enjoying my synergy with nature.
Then I say a crane chewing a fish.
Blood was dripping from its mouth.
I took a deep breath. Shivering.
“Was it still harmony”? I was wondering.
“Not for the fish!”
“Maybe, Relative Harmony?”
“Is there such a thing?”