Friday, August 9, 2013

Birdsong from another time

It is so quiet in the mountains today, so much space here; just me and the birds and the wildflowers, with the colors of the sunrise washing through my body. For me, the mountains offer their own sort of baptism, washing out this nervous system so that love may have her way again with me. It can be overwhelming to let it all the way in that one more day has been given.

The breath moving in and out, thoughts moving in and out, emotions moving in and out, feelings arising and passing, sensations flowing here and there; all synchronized with the form of awareness that has taken shape as these mountains and as these flowers. The birdsong here comes from another time, another place, another dimension altogether; a gift from beyond that will never be heard again. It is all so vivid, but not solid; so eternal, but not of time; so luminous, yet utterly transparent; so empty (of concept), so full (of love). How is it that there can be no difference between that which appears in awareness and awareness itself, that appearance and nature are revealed to be of the very same substance?

All of these sensations, these feelings, these sacred emotions, even these thoughts and the cells of this mind – crafted out of these same light-filled pieces of awareness. Every unique appearance in awareness, an irreplaceable reflection of the sacred world, birthed out of the stars, dancing for a few moments inside the cells of this heart, gifting this reality with the uniqueness of its precious display, and then dissolving back into the mountain of being. This entire sensory world is a holy appearance, simultaneously arising, dancing, and passing, all in the same movement, just as the mountains, the birds, the wildflowers, and this body itself. I hope I make it all the way through this sweetest of ever days, but if for some reason I do not, this would have been enough – I have been given so much more than enough.