One day, a bird came into our small Buddha hall. But the bird couldn’t find the way out, hitting here and there. My master saw the bird hitting windows, approached it. Then the bird stop hitting , sat on his finger and finally got out safely.
When he sat meditating in his room, a bird came in and sat on even his head for a few moment.
Other beings also can feel the compassionate energy from Moo Moo sunim like us.
