the peacock struts his bright plumage
like a one that is set apart from other creatures
of God's creation
he does not want to see the perishing ways of the world
and the suffering it brings..
he cares not about this for he is so fine now
and nothing can touch that
he is the center of all
riding high on the waves
the parrot laughs at this
what a silly joke on him
he knows not that his bright feathers are to blow
with the wind
and be nothing but earth and soot on the boot of
some passerby one day...
but the parrot sighed as this was said
as he was not certain
he liked this idea of perishing
for what will remain when this way i know so well
is to go?
the trees i rest on are my home
and are very dear to me and my chattering flock
how can i let go of that?
i cannot approach such a possibility at all
i will fix my sight on this home of mine only
and tend to it well
as this is what is real
but his heart was still quite a bit in doubt
as he watched the birds fly back and forth
for food and search for rest
he slept uneasily
his soul felt like a ship lost to sea
alone and forsaken
set apart from what he knew most
and a welling within him came to know
of something beyond this world
that wastes away....
what to do?, he said within
and a welling within him came to know
of something beyond this world
that wastes away....
what to do?, he said within
i shall ask the
falcon
he is the wisest
and he flew there with his bright feathers
shining in the heat of the day
to the falcons home
on the high branches of the
hearty tree
and asked
dear falcon i am in great distress
for i know not what is happening
the soul is stirring to find the way
that speaks of other lands in which there
are no tears or unrest
and one can be made into a being that
is real
but dear falcon does this mean i need to
leave my home in search of such a place
of splendor?
the falcon sat awhile in silence
and then said -
your heart speaks rightly to you that there
is another land that is lacking in shadow
and haunting ways
and will uncover a rich peace that
is not of your world that you know
oh my said the parrot
now this is good and bad to hear of at the same time
as now that i know of it
how can i ever put it out of my heart
i cannot be easy in my world as a parrot
for to feel that i am just this little creature that
flits around seeking companions and food,
set to sleep and rise with the dawn only to be
on the search out of hunger again
and not only that, i cannot deny now that this is all
to go some day...
and to hear of something much greater beyond..
oh how hard and how joyous at the same time
are your words dear falcon
for to feel that i am just this little creature that
flits around seeking companions and food,
set to sleep and rise with the dawn only to be
on the search out of hunger again
and not only that, i cannot deny now that this is all
to go some day...
and to hear of something much greater beyond..
oh how hard and how joyous at the same time
are your words dear falcon
could i find this beauty and still keep my tree and
clan so familiar?
or must i really give up and take the journey over moors
mountains, valleys, seas
pushing thru all climes and weather of great turbulence?
look at me
i am only a parrot --
what say of you falcon?
well friend, said the falcon
if you are a wanderer and have faith in the search
then you do not worry of how --
then you do not worry of how --
you just begin..
here is the road out there
here is the road out there
and here is a little bit of bread and a
song to sing when you become entranced again
with the world you left
hold tight to all of it as it will aide you in your search
the parrot took what was given
and said thank you falcon for your time and flew back to his
home where he pondered deeply what to do...
when he fell asleep he dreamed that there was a water
well in which he perched on the edge
and looked down
it seemed so very deep and dark in there
as to swallow him up
and he screeched oh no this is so very big to me
and i am not sure
but as he screeched his reflection screeched too at the same time
and it made him laugh a bit
and feel that there was a joke somewhere that maybe he was missing
in the morning he flitted about a bit anxious
he found his flock and said
i am journeying away friends in search of beautiful clear waters
and light
his friends snickered
you are what?
how very disoyal of you
are you not our kind?
you must think you are greater than the rest
and what about your mother?
she will not be happy
no she will not, the parrot knew that but that was not to dissuade him
he was going
even though he ached inside and was not sure where it would all lead
so he went back and set out to begin
off he went thru the clouds
over hills, valleys, seas and mountains
and as he flew all kinds of emotions and shades of thinking
came up to haunt and taunt him...
what ifs and all sorts of heaven and hell gates opened
as they came up he remembered the song
and he sang it with great devotion of mind and soul
he sang it as he passed over the great ocean
with rising swells ...
and the mighty mountains
and storms of thunder
he ate the bread with gratitude that he was alive and
able to go on towards the pure lands that he sought
so earnestly
finally after such a long spread of time
he came to a different land
a country that appeared as a distinctly different presence
oh joy he said
maybe this is it
and as he said that this light eluded him like a dream
that was cast over in shadow and mist
but he continued forward until again the clouds dissapeared
and this presence arose within his gaze as a distinctly different
reality
this time he did not move within and set himself down
like a drop of rain in a great body of water
downward without looking forward or back
as if he had no choice what an odd thing indeed
he was slipping away this little thing he thought he was
and his entire life too
oh no, he said
oh yes, said the ocean of the real ...
(the land of pure waters that is)
and his bit of clinging was swept away as if it
never was...
he felt as if he had been held in a long stagnant dream
that he finally awoke from..
he felt as if he had been held in a long stagnant dream
that he finally awoke from..
a stilled beauty penetrated within
and he screeched in laughter at what was such a silly joke
played on him..
it was right here all the time ...
he is now a sage somewhere and lives in the forests free
he is now a sage somewhere and lives in the forests free
a light to those hearts that are willing to listen
and are ready to take the great walk
to the heartland of *IS*...
dear wanderers continue forward on your journeys..
there will be a day
when you too will laugh
maha shanti om
namaste - shining and vibrant - this is a fine fine morning gift indeed -- great day - Om
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