Last night during yoga meditation I found myself standing on the familiar red cliff with my vulture friend, and we shared  a simple yet profound experience.  We  spread our wings and slowly rose to find a  thermal breeze in the brilliant blue sky, and we circled lazily on the warmth of the rising winds as we watched the creatures below us going about their daily routines.  We were part of the beauty of the rocks and vibrancy of all the creatures around us, and we felt the sun warm our wings from above and a warm breeze ruffle our feathers from below.  We marvelled at the stream of water ever so slowly creating new paths as it looped in the canyon floor so far below, and the thought that  water had travelled this journey for so long and made its own path by simply flowing amazed me.

I had no urge to create, analyze, learn, or plan for any other moment than each one I existed in at a perticular time, and I made no effort to join with anyone or anything as I slowly circled high above the vast landscape below me.  I breathed in the same air my ancestors had generations ago, and my back was warmed by the same sun that warmed the backs of the dinosaurs.  I was…I just was.  I made no effort to think about anything at all except being, and I found that a clarity of connection came over me that I had never experienced.  The rocks had no need to control or plan, and even the creatures below us lived each moment as it came.  They lived by instinct and experience instead of rushing about making complex plans while trying to absorb every fact every known by man, and they lived and passed to the next place much more easily than any human I have ever met.  I felt no anxiety for tomorrow, and I felt a new sensation as I listened to the water tumble past the rocks below and once again marvelled at the wisdom of so-called simpler beings. 

I felt time unfolding as I often do, and I could look back and forward as if I were on a path where the past and future exist at once, and I had no urge to learn from past or step forward into the future as I usually do.  Instead I just was…I was in each moment and no other moment mattered and let go completely.  I instantly felt a new connection to all around me that was deeper than before, and I found myself laughing at the joy of just being.  How peaceful and joyous I felt as I lazily circled ever higher with my friend, and I knew that this place was here for me whenever I was able to come and just be. 

I eventually realized my vulture friend was starting to loop back downward, and we made our way back to the cliff edge to sit with wings outstretched sunning ourselves.  The sensation reminded me of sunning myself on a gently rocking boat as a child, and I smiled at another full circle completed.  I had forgotten that lovely sensation of just being with all that life had shown me over the years, and I silently thanked my friend for sharing a pleasant memory from so long ago.  The art of being is a magical art indeed, and I will definitely be there again.

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