The uniqueness of the experience… to be down in between those silent beautiful curving walls of the canyon – shades of tan, grey orange, yellow bright or dark in sun or shadow, so many textures and patterns… there’s no sound out there, except the crunch crunch of your own footsteps – and you are walking along, looking up at the wonder, coming though very narrow slots, and you hear something in the distance – I thought it sounded like a car approaching, sort of a woosh! – and then suddenly a crow, then another and another, three black crows moving fast, playing, flying between, jetting between the canyon walls above – the woosh woosh was the sound of their wings! It was so quiet that is was all amplified. They were vastly skilled and amazing, darting around, playing with each other, like jet pilots showing off… so startling and unique, intelligence in action…

It struck me that all this spiritual activity is trying to add something, when nothing can be added. Only subtracted. The whole is It, whole and complete as it is now. Completely natural. Empty.

There is nothing spiritual, religious, scientific, philosophic, or otherwise, that will add anything to nature, nature including This, what they call “True Nature”, Awareness, “That what you are.”

Separation was, is, and will always be an illusion.
 
 
I caught them later, when I’d exited the canyon. The free birds…
 

Four Crows