NONDUALITY: THE YELLOW BIRD

This not an allegory, analogy, symbolic story, or anything of the sort. There was a yellow bird that was sitting on the back deck railing. I did not notice it, and went out the sliding door and with a husky dog no less. I don’t know if the bird alighted on the railing while I was not looking, but I don’t think so. If it did, that would be even more magical. That it did not become startled by a door, a person, and a large working dog, is weird, was weird. (that someone in this room is watching a show and the moment I wrote that a flock of birds on the screen became startled and took off from a large tree is true and synchronistic). The bird in mysticism could have meant many things. It stayed there for a full few minutes, staring lovingly at me. And I would swear the lovingly part is not a projection. I thought right away that this is something very strange going on- and felt it meant something but I did not know what. It was yellow, and I guess this is a Gold Finch? Or something else. Now it could have been someone’s pet that escaped, or it could have been injured, or kind of a bird with a different brain that made it more relaxed, unafraid. If some people have different brains, or learning differences, why not a bird? Or maybe someone had been feeding it, and it got the wrong house. Yet, - my truest impression was that it was none of these. It seemed like a messenger. But I can’t get caught up in that. I don’t know if it was a totem, a messenger, or what. Is someone going to die, but it is okay? Is someone going to be borne? Is a special event going to happen? Is an auspicious sign? The point is, - though neat things happen, and I do believe they mean something, - I am glad that there is something else- or rather that it all appears in everything. It is let go as soon as it happens, and it opens up the vast, the infinite space, - for more to happen. What shall happen on this grand adventure? In a way, nothing less than everything. The bird slowly got ready to fly off. I could sense it, could see it. There was a certain movement to the feet and body, and a slight, slight repositioning. Then turning 44 degrees or so, it went off to the air and in seconds, as if something out of a fairy tale or a poem, was mixed in to the story of dense and high leaves and branches borne of a mature tree that waited under a pink blue orange white pre-dusk sky.

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