A bird’s song is a simple song, a song sung from dawn to dusk, year after year, for a lifetime. It may be only a few melodic notes, perhaps a small variation here or there, but always beautiful in its simplicity.
Composers from all musical traditions have been inspired by birdcalls like that of the nightingale and the cuckoo. ‘The Lark in the Morning’ is an old and beloved Irish fiddle tune. The call of the Western Meadowlark brings to mind a saxophone riff by Charlie ‘Bird’ Parker.
And to know ourself as Awareness is a simple song – there is only one thing going on, not two. That is, there is only one consciousness, one aware-presence that knows the coming and going of all things, but doesn’t come and go with them. And all things that arise in consciousness, which, in fact, is everything, must be made of consciousness, leaving us to conclude that consciousness is all there is.
The source of our being.
How simple is that?
I, Awareness, sing my song, my simple song
My one note song
Of silence
From dawn to dusk, from dusk till dawn
A timeless melody
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As I am boundless, with no beginning or end
Nothing exists outside of me
I am the source of all sound
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All songs appear in me, in my silence
All songs are known by me, by my silence
All songs are made of me, of my silence
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I, Awareness sing my song, my simple song of silence
Alive with the rhythms of peace, love, and happiness
The only song I know
My one note song
Not two