A small bird /
Gazing out over the trees, a small bird flies towards me, shortly followed by another.
How do I know it is a bird, that it is small, that the duration of time before the next small bird is short, that they fly towards me over trees? What is a tree, and how does it becomes trees?
How do I know?
How do I know their location, relative to me, or mine, relative to them?
From the ultimate perspective, I don't need to know.
From the ultimate perspective, all I need to know is to find out who I am, and all things fall into perspective.
How to do this? By turning outward pointing attention in on itself, towards the source from which it springs.
In doing this, I discover I am no thing, yet I am aware of all things.
How can this be?
Where did I go?