harvesting consciousness

It's still dark outside. I woke up with the familiar sound of the church bell, recalling the compass of this thing called “time” that rules our lives. “Ding, ding, ding”, maybe… six times?

I washed my face and I went to the balcony to sense the stillness of the mountains. It was cold.

I grabbed some clothes and my mat, and I began practicing some movements under the soft light of the moon.

While trying to wake up my body, I started to hear the sound of the water coming down the valley. Not far away, the roosters announced the sunrise, and a little bird approached, hopping on the roof in front of me.

Slowly, the sky turned lighter. The green mountains we’re now bathed by an intensifying white mist and a delicious silence. It remembered me of Iceland… and I thought, “maybe we can find such beauty anywhere”.

My attention went back to the little bird on the roof. He appeared to be young and was desperately trying to fly from one roof to another. Admiring his dance gave me the opportunity to realize the dance of my mind. For a moment, I was just happy to witness the wonders of nature. The next, I became ignited with the desire to bring the bird closer to me. My ego wasn't satisfied with the mere observer role.

From a delightful and uninterested observation, I subtly dived into a strong desire of controlling the Universe.

I could have been stuck in there.

But the conscious of that, allowed me to let it go. It allowed me to give up on that omnipotent though, that need to control the outside… and come back to the pure happiness of being present.

Like any other thoughts, needs, fears, or beliefs, we may let them pass through us. We are able to choose to stay in this sort of observational mode, without being trapped and limited to the wonderful experience of living.