Seeing see your broad field of vision, as if you were looking at a landscape and your eyes were wide angle lenses look at the display of colors, shapes and shades of light and dark. Can you see the patterns in a flock of birds, passing by, or in the shapes of the clouds, then focus on details, the intricacies of a leaf or flower. The colors and movements of an insect, the grains of sand or clumps of clay in the soil does everything you see create an inter woven tapestry of visual experience hearing. Listen carefully, for all the varieties of sound. They may range from high end trill to deep and low from so loud so you can hear to so soft. It's barely audible. How far away are the sounds are there echoes echoes echoes echoes, listen to birds and animals for all the different notes. Are they melodies. Do they just repeat or subtly change each time. Does everything you hear create a symphonic performance. Magic ruse childlike quality opens up to the magic of the natural world grew already sees everything that way. A flock of birds is a banner floating in the wind. It's not that you make an unmanned vehicle world suddenly magical. That's really important. It's not that you make an unmanned vehicle world suddenly magically, you're not pretending it exists, naturally, what you're really doing is removing your overlay. Removing what you superimpose on things the way that I'm, I'm coming away from the book now. But, but really what you, how you limit your perceptions, by your assumptions and your preconceptions and, and your expectations, rather than a openness low in Zen tradition they call it a just don't know mind. What whatever appears can be greeted with a sense of wonder, as of experiencing it for the first time in the Tibetan tradition they say encounter all your perceptions, the way a two year old child does when they walk into a meditation hall, and, and then the Tibetan tradition, the meditation halls were just awash with all sorts of colors, gold statues and and banners and they used a lot of primary colors, brilliant, brilliant colors with amazing things, and the two year old goes in and goes, Ah, and there isn't, I want that or I like that or I don't like that it's just like, wow, they are wowed by the display. Can we walk in to a room, walk outside, walk anywhere, just whatever is, is the next thing we perceive, can we be wowed by the display, or are we going in, in a limited limiting way whatever appears can be greeted with a sense of wonder, as of experiencing it for the very first time, thoughts, such as I like this but not that, or I want one of these and not one of these are not child like but child ish, a self involved self centered reality. When we judge something we are separate from it. We're over here, what we're thinking about is over there. However, when we're truly childlike, we go beyond a sense of separation, we feel totally absorbed in the naturally magical display. It isn't just air moving the trees, we start to see the trees dancing with the wind. The birds aren't just calling and cooing and squawking they're singing and chatting and arguing with each other. The brook isn't just water currents, it's babbling and humming while it's running and jumping around and over rocks and sticks clouds gathered themselves into familiar shapes like shadow puppets on the wall, formed by the hands of magicians. Those are the alive qualities of the magical natural world, and we can wake up to realize that we are part of it, and it is part of us.