Guru taught us that the past is dust but when it stands in front of us to face it. It seems that in my case it takes a little longer to forget a few things and so I tried to write a little story about some incidents that happened in the past. I am very fond of birds and somehow I found it easy to write about one little seeker-bird.
It may sound strange but I like my little story and would like to share it with others. Any awkward English I beg to be forgiven since English is not my mother tongue.
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Birds Are Protected By God
There was once a little bird, not quite a kingfisher but also not a crow just a little bird. He owned a little nest, in a forest on a tree, living his daily life like everybody else, taking care of his children. When time permitted, he fluttered around to explore the forest. One day he was inspired to fly a little higher but to his disappointment the forest was surrounded by a high fence that didn't enable him to fly wherever he would like to. Somehow, he accepted his fate assuming that so-called human beings had put it up. What could he do? Months went into years and one day, one day the fence had disappeared!
It's not that the bird was very excited about the new situation, he was rather shy and insecure. Many, many other birds had left the forest and enjoyed their new freedom. Finally, curiosity and lack of food made him leave his nest as well and brought him to the other side of the forest, where everything seemed to be greener and more promising than in the forest he lived before and that he knew so well. Food he found there more than enough but meanwhile his children had left the nest for their own adventures. The little bird enjoyed himself and joined other birds that seemed to fly into the same direction as he did.
Once, on a rainy day a beautiful bird threw him out of the nest without any warning and declared: "For me the flower-way is destined and you are a stone in my way." Another one complained, "You and your child have stolen my food." The little bird couldn't believe his ears but this was word for word what the birds had said. He was confused. A stone? A thief? Never! His child was very sad and flew back home to their old forest that they knew so well. The little bird was about to tell his best friend but his friend had so many other serious world problems to deal with that he didn't want to add to his burden.
After a long and arduous flight in search of a new nest he finally found a really huge nest that fit many other birds. New birds joined and old birds left, it was a constant coming and going that compelled him to also search for new locations until he finally decided to build his own nest. Wind and weather also changed so that he almost fell off it but he managed to make it stronger.
The good thing was that he learned the art of building nests quite perfectly quickly it was built, quickly it was left. In the depths of his heart he longed for some stability, but again and again conditions changed. He didn't understand why it was so difficult to fly together in one direction. He longed to go back to his familiar forest he had left some time ago but he didn't find the way back. He heard from other birds that the old familiar forest did not exist anymore.
Often he helped others improving their nests. Sometimes his contributions were not appreciated or even criticized, sometimes he felt exploited or there was too much trade involved, at still other times, he was unable to provide the required material he preferred simplicity. Some birds gave back so richly that he felt be buried under the weight of too many and beautiful feathers. He just wanted to give without expecting to get anything in return. Perhaps it was a mistake.
Often he felt exhausted from rushing around, picking branches and feathers. His beak and feet hurt and he just longed to fly away to no particular destination, which was dangerous for a little bird like him.
He was sure nobody would care or even notice if he were gone. But there was one big bird that pleaded with him to stay. He couldn't stand to see tears in his older brother's eyes though he turned away from his little friend and so he promised never to fly away or even think about it.
One stormy night he tightly held to a strong branch reminding himself of his promise and sang a song that always helped him in situations like this:
"Do the best you can cheerfully,
Accept the worst calmly.
Lo, you have touched God's Feet
Immediately the storm ceased and a mild wind rose up that carried him up - a little higher as usual. Up in the sky he discovered a tiny, tiny nest on a simple tree in a nearby beautiful forest. It was very silent in the forest but when he came closer to the ground, he saw that there were many birds motionless sitting on trees that had lost their voices. He felt so sorry for them and remembered that once upon a time he also had lost his voice (or perhaps his beak was enamored) and so he offered them to sing a few new songs together that his best friend had taught him.
He quickly went to his best friend owl to tell him and ask for advice but father owl only smiled compassionately as if to say, "You fool, who has found you your new home?" The little bird bowed down and said very calmly, "Thank you, my Friend, thank you for my New Home."
As father owl left the place to attend other meetings he heard someone singing very soulfully, "Hiya pakhi egiye chalo
" He smiled not looking behind but he thought, "Right, my child, right."
The little bird followed him with his eyes and for a moment he remembered that many years ago his best friend had promised him a few gifts but he didn't ask about them. He thought, "Perhaps I don't deserve them yet. When the hour strikes I will certainly get them."
With an accepting sigh he was about to hop away but to his great joy he discovered three very beautiful peacock feathers in exactly the place where he had been sitting before. What a gift! Cheerfully he grabbed them with his beak though it hurt and flew to his new tiny, tiny nest and while sticking the colorful feathers to the East, South and West side of it he cheerfully and slightly mischievously commented, "Victory, victory, cictory
June 4, 2010