Crows insist that ‘thinking’ isn't what it appears!

“At essence, thoughts are not what they seem. Come explore thought at X’Tzu’s Zoo”

“Crows squawk in obnoxious insistence that thinking isn’t what it appears!”

“You ruffle your feathers and shake off the passing rain.
Balancing on the wire, you notice other birds facing West, where long rays pierce the storm clouds.”

“You turn to see the same, where thought is a shadow cast from angular tree branches other Wills construct. The angles before your beak combine in infinite combinations.”

Unfortunately, thinking only begets more thinking.

All ‘things’ that can be perceived are conjured by thought… and not necessarily our thought.

“An angles’ shadow is ‘felt’ as color and sound, and is nested in fractal arrangements. The nests and open areas are navigated by animal Wills, just like yours, who may or may not remember they’ve chosen to play.”

“You are a crow that aligns twigs with careful beak, until the stems cross one another.”

Thinking interrupts living.

Overt thinking is ‘trying’… the reflection of inflamed ego. It is the built-in reminder of roads that appear to have no horizon, but are really dead ends.

“Then, with flutter and flap you imagine outward lines from where the two intersect. As a creator bird, you know the conjured space isn’t more essential than the source of origination.”

“This is how a Phoenix is born,
from the fires of imagination.”

Thinking always is in the past or future. Neither are real. Neither are present.

Thought’s a cloud that rains on you to get your attention.

“You are now a Phoenix.”

“The angles that form are angel wings - which are necessary for flying so that greater, more entertaining nests can be constructed.”

The phoenix is your symbol, which forms in the sound-shape of squawks. This sound is the vibration of Will, which is felt as light energy to other birds who speak your l-ang-uage. In their pupils, your creation ‘forms inside’. The distinctions you co-create are pine trees and landscapes of partnership; growing, reaching and expanding in imagination, consent and thought.

“Crow swirls into Phoenix to ignite the seething radiance of Twin Inferno. Without attempt, this raging state of completion attracts its twin flame.

When the crow and phoenix become one, light and heat are felt for miles.”

After all this, we still want to hear your ‘thoughts’…