SHACK 4126 FAMILY

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 I looked out of the window and there was a small blackbird with a bright beak, pert and alert, nibbling at the grass and feeding well. A spontaneous smile stretched across my face from ear to ear as it were. I felt so joyous and so one with this little being, I felt honoured and blessed and felt this little bird was family, my dear cousin and shared in the one life that we all are in, move and have our being.

 I felt this was my true family, wanting nothing from me and just beautifying the garden and for that instance myself. Then as I looked and sat silent with no thought just an awareness, the garden was alive, the pigeons in the trees, tiny, tiny birds flitting in and out, then some small flocks of birds, then darting pigeons and birds, small tiny butterfly floating by, some leaves falling and the ground moist from the rainfall during the night. 

Everywhere was life, from the fallen branches which were decaying, yes the microbes and bacteria breaking the wood and bark down in order to fertilise other growth, the ivy clinging to the fences, the grass giving way to daises, buttercups and the shrubs and bushes so verdant there was only life and life begets life. It was silent and I was silent, it was bereft of thought, processing, explanation, it was all just going about Life's purposes and meaning and as to the meaning of it I have no idea why this was so, it just was and in that moment so was I whoever I was.

I had no feeling of myself and who I was I was lost in the awe of the magic of creation and felt part of it, not physically but as a participant as a witness as if empathetically one with it, I have no idea if nature feels Itself this way or the birds feel the joy and oneness of this shared life, this sacred joining in a moment of shared bliss.

Although the rationale mind knows there is no death but a passing of consciousness which is aware of Itself to another shared one life form and so on and whether there is such a thing as a final destination I know not and does it really matter when the shared ONE life takes care of Its own creation, for in Its creation Life Lives on and loves the harmony of It.

SHACK   aka    GEOFF