There are estimated 10,000 bird species worldwide. There are between 100 and 400 billion birds estimated on Earth. This is an astonishing number. Now imagine every bird worldwide singing in the same moment. That would surely produce quite a sound.
Let us consider one single bird happily singing its song. This opportunity presented itself this past Sunday. I was reflecting on a few notes from the upcoming book that I am writing. It was around dusk. There were a few birds singing and I could hear one in particular singing its song. Then there was a pause; this was followed by a random sequence of chirping. Once again the bird would pause; then it would sing its song once again.
The song was very comforting to hear. It was quite soothing. I then felt myself uniting with the moment that was unfolding. I have mentioned how spiritually beneficial it is to feel something instead of listening to the mind. This feeling allows a consciousness melting to occur between object and universal consciousness. This is a wonderful experience. The portal to life consciousness in its totality is opened wide during such an experience.
I released myself to the moment. It felt as if I was experiencing two patterns of consciousness, but equally only one. I truly felt united with this bird. A whimsical thought then entered my mind. We humans (apparently the designated keepers of time) decided the clock should be set back one hour. The bird that was singing had no actual concept of time. It instinctively exists in harmony with the flow of Mother Nature (Earth).
A Free Flying Bird
I then expanded the field of my conscious awareness… hoping to feel something. What I experienced was perhaps more so from my mind. I started to laugh. The laughter was ignited by the images of a bird chirping its dissatisfaction concerning human beings that wish to play with a self-made concept called time.
Spontaneously I laughed even harder when I realized how insignificant such a word or concept is for an animal. The bird was perhaps singing its last song of the day. It knew nothing about us setting the time back one hour because it has no idea what an hour represents. It only felt that dusk was upon it and that night would soon follow.
Do existence complexities arise as the mind and consciousness reach a given level of development? No, there is the same simplicity to be found in our existence as in the bird’s existence. We need only relearn what we have forgotten. Mother Nature is a wonderful teacher.