The wordless space before thought, is sweet and full. Bathing in nature’s morning birdsong is my ticket to that place. Meditation happens when you drop into nature, or perhaps it’s nature dropping into you. The boundaries blur and we are one again. When the noise in my head is no longer louder than the calls of the birds, a vibrance starts to flower and the surroundings start to come alive. Unlike human thought, which is mostly the voices of disharmony, nature is loudly proclaiming peace and joy through her brilliant bird musicians.
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