Meadow vision from PaB 3/15/09 7am

a vision of myself in a meadow laying down, becoming the meadow, decomposing the worms crawling in and out of the lifeless crow.  I feel delighted as meadow, grateful to be aware of myself as it instead of crow, flying apart from it.

I am meadow whether i am flying or not, lifeless or full of cackles.  I am meadow and moving still, arising still, patterns forming and new patterns forming in the interplay between all the little bits of me that think they are themselves.  Each worm, each crow, each flower thinks it is itself and i know that it is meadow.

An accidental vision of me seeing being seeing.