Released to the clouds, you have choice. Exercise choice & accept the responsibility that comes with it.

While soaring, if your intention is to express your original nature of absolute joy, then strive for equal or greater humility. The ego is where precipitous downdrafts occur, despite being the provider of original sensation.

“Crows feathers are fluffed by the future, because they know whatever flies into the next here and now comes from the nest of intent.

They squawk, asking, ‘How the two-legged ones can remain any longer’. For all their structures, the burden seems so deep. If only they knew that under their clothes, where black feathers ruffle, their essential self soars effortlessly above the flood.”

“But does a crow wear black?”

“No, because it’s not self-observing. It knows its place. When snared, it wants to escape, but doesn’t lose feathers over it, nor does it chaff around the beak before.

When attacked by an owl it feels the pain, but doesn’t experience suffering because it knows nothing lasts forever. It doesn’t worry about duality, because it flies with essential nature. Mobbing would-be-assailants, there’s no concern with soaring over the sun or losing itself between sky and ground.”

How are you going to get rid of ‘suffering’ when you speak of pain and discomfort as if they mean the same thing? Suffering, when stripped of its filters squawks about its own observer not being present.

“Released to the clouds, you exercise choice. Feel your heart beating under those feathers and soar into the blue.”

Fly into the aviary and squawk with us…

or, inquire of a fish about ‘Suffering’…