A Bird’s Simple Song

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

~

As I am boundless, with no beginning or end

Nothing exists outside of me

I am the source of all sound

~

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

~

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

I, Awareness, Want For Nothing II

I, Awareness, want for nothing.

Before any thought, feeling, sensation, or perception, I am.

As I am before all appearances, all things arise in me, are known by me, and made of me.

As I am the source of all things, what could I possibly lack?

What could I possibly need or want to make me whole?

I am wholeness itself. I cannot be divided.

I am emptiness itself. I cannot be divided.

I am everything springing from nothing, nothing springing from everything.

I am limitless, with no beginning or end. Before birth and death, I am.

And you, I, we, as humble little body-minds, are unique manifestations of this Awareness, which is at our core, which is our core, within which our body-minds appear and disappear.

This one unchanging, knowing, and ever-present Awareness, for where is there room for two of something that is limitless?

We are this One Absolute Awareness and can’t do anything about it . . .

. . . except act, be, our oneness.

And want for nothing. Which is happiness itself.

Already A Masterpiece

‘Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
when I paint my masterpiece.’
~ Bob Dylan

The background of all experience is like a blank painter’s canvas. You can paint any image on the canvas – in the style of a Picasso collage, a Rembrandt landscape, a Pollock drip painting, or a Dali surreal image – and it has no affect on the canvas whatsoever. Underneath the paint the canvas rests in its original blank state – pristine and wholly receptive.

In just the same way, your essential being, awareness itself, is unchanged, untarnished, and unconditionally receptive regardless of what is happening in your body, mind, or world. Myriad thoughts, good, bad, and neutral, fantastic or disturbing images, wild emotional swings, intense or subtle bodily sensations, and perceptions of the outside world, all come and go, but your essential nature remains still, peaceful, pristine, open, aware, and knowing.

Before paint is ever applied to canvas, before you, that is, you as aware, knowing presence, experience a thought, mood, or perception of the world, all is ‘smooth like a rhapsody.’

Already a masterpiece.

Security & Happiness

‘Security and happiness cannot be found in anything

that comes and goes. Find whatever it is in your experience

that doesn’t appear, move, change or disappear, and invest

your identity, security and happiness in that alone.’

                                                                                               ~ Rupert Spira

 

 

Any Idea

Any idea of how things are is not how things are.

The only thing standing between you and your true nature is the idea of your true nature.

Any idea is made up of thoughts, all of which come and go in the open empty field of unchanging awareness just as clouds come and go in the open empty field of the unchanging sky.

Set aside any idea of who you think you are – your age, gender, occupation, where you have been, what you have done, where you are going, what you will do. Even set aside any idea of what you think you are doing in this present moment.

When all ideas are set aside and thinking comes to rest, in this silent, still moment between thoughts your true nature is revealed.

Nice idea. You see how easy it is to be seduced by yet another idea of how things are, even if it’s of a profound realization of your true nature as the open empty field of unchanging awareness?

Throw it all out! Even the idea of throwing it out!

Now, quickly, without referring to any thought, any idea, what remains?

Dead Eyes

When you relate to the present from the perspective of what’s happened in the past, you miss the opportunity to act spontaneously in the moment.

By obscuring the present moment in the shadow of the unchanging past you are looking with dead eyes and leave no room for a fresh view of what’s actually happening.

The conditioned mind is a dead mind. Recognize it as such and leave it alone. Rest in that which recognizes, not in that which is recognized.

And know that all is well.