Spencer Kirk | @spencer.kirk
Oneness
This morning I had a moment in meditation in which the birds outside the window were no longer outside the window but were instead inside of me. While the small one chirped I could not determine if I was causing it or not, it felt as if it was my choice for it to chirp, just like it would be my choice to dance or sing in my own body. When the raven cawed my jaw opened ever so slightly, but in meditation space it was as if my own beak was open to the heavens and I was pouring out a call to the wildness.
I then saw my body as an outline, through which I saw the wind blow and rivers flow, I saw trees grow and catch fire within me. I saw oceans swell and waves crash, and bison run. It was as if everything in the universe was pouring through me, and I was in part one with it, and in part merely stepping out of the way to allow it to pass without judgement or control.
the boundaries of who we are, and who we are not, are constantly more and more diffuse, and have never been defined. It’s just always been safer to assume a seperateness, a level of lack of control. But in reality (whatever that is) it’s clear that there is no separation. We are the rivers and the waves, the trees on fire, the mighty wind, and the birds singing their morning song outside of the window.
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