Who are you now?
Are you sure you are not like us?
When will we be true friends again?
Will we live together again, side by side?
Where on earth did you go?
Your eyes, and lives, are now only confused, angry and sad…
Why do you not see us as equals anymore?
Have we not lived alongside each other for such long times already?
Who told you we are less?
Why do you believe your books?
What is your purpose here now?
Is it good? Does it take All into account?
The tree has purpose.
The camel.
The rooster.
The cat.
The sea.
The snail.
The wind.
The horse.
Why do you now invent your own purpose, your reason, and sense of worth?
The bird in the tree has not created a purpose for itself. He simply lives. His purpose rests in the functions of Life.
He is more alive than you, and me…
His purpose is guided by Life, not mind.
He is not self-invented, made-up, empty and searching.
But you are… you’ve forgotten how to live Life.
You must find yourself out.
Everything you love depends on this.
When will you understand?
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Nancy on 
Ward on 
Pat Pippin on 
stuart on 
Nancy Alcorn on 
Michael on 
Joy on
thank you for reminding us all
Once again, I am deeply moved by the vision of life that you continually point us to. This is, perhaps, the most beautiful piece you have written, in a career of exquisite writing. It’s all about the love.
Really love this – heart rending. Thankyou.
simply great—–the bird at my feeder reminds me of this daily
Thanks for the reminder…. my cat is a wonderful teacher of this as well.
Thank you for this consideration which stops us in our tracks to ponder the great unity of life in the Divine.
such Words ! such Ideas ! such Respect ! Such Images ! thank you
Yes lovely, deeply wise writing.