I wonder what it is to be you.
Somewhere from my ancient past, THIS:
(Did I read this or hear it or know it when I came in from whatever realm preceded this one?)
Every single being on earth, be it a rose or a lizard or a tree or a horse, comes in complete. It is what it is, simple, complete, We humans are the only ones who come in with the opposite, as our mission as this species, this incarnation, is to make choices that ultimately, ideally lead to completion.
We see what we see and make up stories about everything in reflection of ourselves.
I see you looking, pondering and being in the moment.
Is this me or you, Seagull?
I wonder.