The Seagull's gift

The ineffability of love, channelled through the wings of the seagull, spread and then folded, to work with the flow of the wind. As the sand mimicked the act of flying by pervading right above the earths surface, a huge gull landed not but five feet away from me. I felt as though I was watching the epitome of art, as the gull became a sponge, and absorbed all of the suns rays into its beautifully constructed body. The gull was expanding its energetic presence into every crevasse of this dimension. I contemplated why this bird had arisen in front of me, was it because he was there to compose an orchestrated flight of his brother and sister gulls? Or rather there just to illustrate how beautiful this place really is. After i had conceived the last drop of thought in the puddle of mental phenomenon, I received a vision. The seagull had opened up a space for just him and me. In this obscure seeing, he was busy pecking away at my solar plexus region, relinquishing all of the subtle imbalances that i had held onto thus far in my life. In this moment, love pierced through the reinforcement of the mind's conditioning, and soared through the mountains of memory freely, and without interference. As liberation sunk into the field of awareness, I thanked the gull, and named him the wiseman, after he gave me one last glimpse of a very old man garnished in an almost translucent pearl white robe. The wiseman had imbued me with his own transcendental harmony, chanelled through the accompaniment of the seagull.
Once i was brought back to the physical plane,thoughts began to permeate from the conditional mind's sphere of influence. Thoughts came and went, just like the flow of lava erupting and falling back into the earths crust. There was no need to identify with the thoughts that wanted to hook in. Through allowance, came silence, Through silence, came trust, and trust lead me to find something beautifull: A huge Conch shell, blanketed in the sand's grasp. I'd never seen a conch shell before, let alone such a huge beautiful one. This conch shell brought me to going deeper into the feeling of love, and then allowed a seeing to arise. This seeing was that everything in the universe is perfect, is right, and nothing is seperate from the sand, the seagulls, the ocean, the sun, or a commet a billlion miles away. Whenever i feel the need to hear the seagull's harmonious squawking, or the ocean's serenade, I listen to the conch shell, and I know that I am the universe.