a bird is free to live according to its own winged nature, for all animals are free in that way, including humans. the land animals & sea & sky creatures are all free to live out their innate qualities in innocent fulfillment of their own true essence, & so are humans. we have our own unfolding destiny, an arc of training to complete. we humans are the ladle that stirs the steaming pot of soup simmering on the cooking fire. the Hand that holds the ladle is a Vaster Hand than ours, preparing sacred sustenance for numinous devic beings. as the mere ladle, we don't know the recipe or the recipients. in fact, we believe that all this is our own triumph & accomplishment, a conclusion that the other earthly animals are innocent of. they rest in their own radiant pristine natures, while we humans sweat & struggle, leaving a trail of wasteland behind us, calling it progress or collateral damage, as we fondle & guard our medals & money. ah, the resounding echo of the laughter of the Gods surely thunders yet in our dreamtime! we loudly praise freedom as we stand weighed down by our chains, for we are blind to our own bondage, & we proudly call ourselves free! a bird is free. a fish is free. a deer, a cat, a butterfly: they are all free within the purity of their hallowed wholeness, impeccable, while we strategize & plan & lay claim to our own desires with gusto. & the Holy Hand holds the ladle that stirs the pot & we look neither upwards nor inwards, believing that we are the makers & doers. the enjoyers of the feast smile at our ignorance as we laud our freedom. ah Shiva! You are quite the tease, a Holy Joker & Awakener! You prepare humanity for a grand destiny that we can't yet grasp, so You teach us to endure & reflect upon the meaning of our lives. thus we are here for the long journey, trekking through arcane cosmic cycles on our way back home to You, Shiva, reaching out to touch Your Holy Hand.