Looked up on Easter morning and saw the pigeons on the tree
looking down at me. I imagined this was a sermon I was giving the pigeons or
was it the other way around? This could have been triggered by the fact that
other folk were in church and i wasn't. The pigeons seemed to ask me – how should we be?
This question i recall seemed to have come out of the sight of a butterfly
flying near a pigeon and the pigeon appearing to think about going after the
butterfly and then seeming to hold back as if confused or embarrassed. I
replied back to the pigeons – be according to your true nature. A cuckoo
started sending out its signals to the world. I interpreted this as a question
from it to me – what about me? I replied to it with the same answer. It seemed
to say – i am confused, what is my true nature? I asked it to be the way it
felt moment by moment and to reflect if this was its true nature. I felt that
doing this diligently would enable it to understand what its true nature was
eventually and then to live effortlessly according to its nature. Then the
thought occurred to me that things seemed so straight forward for most beings –
the trees, birds, ants, plants, etc. They really didn’t seem to have any
confusion about being according to their true nature. Humans on the other hand,
with our infinite complexities, confusions of the mind, influences, desires, who
we think we are from one moment to the next, seem to find it so much harder to
understand what our true nature is and be according to it, if we ever want to in
the first place that is.
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