Becoming Free

It was a lovely Sunday afternoon- blue sky, soft air. I was in the passenger seat and my husband was driving. I had a feeling of sweet well-being, so I opened my window and laid my head back as we cruised along. I heard a bird singing as I gazed up into the feathery scattered clouds. Amazingly, I saw the birdsong ribboning up and twining around the clouds.

I believe I was seeing how it really is. Everything- birds and clouds, music and people, are vibrations weaving together into one fantastic world.

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