04-01-2012, 12:00 AM
As I look out my front window, there is a tiny cottontail rabbit sitting on the doorstep, munching softly on bird seed, dried grass and blossoms fallen from the locust tree. He does not need labels to know the locust is sweet or that the bird seed nourishes his tiny body so that he may more effectively run from Mr. Coyote. He does not require a lengthy recapitulation to deal with the fact that he is prey in a predator's paradise.
He simply eats when his world is serene enough. He runs when the stray cat comes calling. And he sleeps without knowing whether he will survive the night.
There do not appear to be any labels in his world. There are no accusations that I can discern. There is no sense of belief that his life should have been different than what it is.
For that one single moment, the rabbit is at peace, performing the simple act of eating. And that one single moment is all that exists.
The rabbit recapitulates through the act of living impeccably in the Now.
That is freedom.
He simply eats when his world is serene enough. He runs when the stray cat comes calling. And he sleeps without knowing whether he will survive the night.
There do not appear to be any labels in his world. There are no accusations that I can discern. There is no sense of belief that his life should have been different than what it is.
For that one single moment, the rabbit is at peace, performing the simple act of eating. And that one single moment is all that exists.
The rabbit recapitulates through the act of living impeccably in the Now.
That is freedom.