Each of us have two birds within, the first of which is the busy little bird, building the nest of life. It is the taking care of good business bird, the generator bird, the mobilizing, manifesting, get it done bird, busy with the world of ten thousand things. The second bird, our uncommon bird, is the observer bird. How easy it is, though, to be so driven, at one hundred miles and hours, into the pinnacle of every point of purpose, that we forget it to even be there. In this practice, we fly up to the uncommon branch, where the second bird is perched, taking in the slow & complete design of existence, from an elevated angle. To observe is to witness the reality of what is, not what we think should be, or what we wish would be, but what is, as it is. Observation doesn’t include thinking, it doesn’t involve comparison, it is free from judgement, it requires no additional information, and had no desire to eliminate anything either. So, in that way, we can rest & digest, even if for only a moment, as the observer, in a kind of unborn awareness, with timeless wide eyes to see.
“The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new lands, but in seeing with new eyes.”
– Marcel Proust
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