You can also untrain yourself from all the conditioning that has implied
feelings are bad, thoughts are bad, body sensations are bad and attachments
are not spiritual. you can find freedom in welcoming every aspect of your
life, in allowing yourself to hold nothing back from what is -in- your life,
from what -is- your life. As more women find their voices, it may become
clearer and clearer that while clarity and detachment are one aspect of
experiencing the whole, it does not deny coming from the inside out to
Connection that becomes so intimate, so breathable, that it is seen all the
pushing away from anything was what sustained the feeling of separation.
Yes, we can know freedom from everything, and we can also know the
freedom in everything. In deeply loving and caring about every person and
event with whole mixtures of feelings from currents of desire to frustration
to anger to inspiration, and indeed, amidst all these swirls, the truth is
as radiant. Just as radiantly this. It is just as possible to love and
posted by Josie Kane to Allspirit
The Indian Parrot
There was a merchant setting out for India.
He asked each male and female servant
what they wanted to be brought as
Each told him a different exotic object:
A piece of silk, a brass
a pearl necklace.
Then he asked his beautiful caged parrot,
the one with such a lovely
"When you see the Indian parrots,
describe my cage. Say that I need
here in my separation from them. Ask how
our friendship can
continue with me so confined
and them flying about freely in the meadow
Tell them that I remember well our mornings
moving together from tree to
Tell them to drink one cup of ecstatic wine
in honor of me here in the
dregs of my life.
Tell them that the sound of their quarrelling
high in the trees would be
to hear than any music."
This parrot is the spirit-bird in all of us,
that part that wants to
return to freedom,
and is the freedom. What she wants
from India is
So this parrot gave her message to the merchant,
and when he reached
India, he saw a field
full of parrots. He stopped
and called out what she
had told him.
One of the nearest parrots shivered
and stiffened and fell down
The merchant said, "This one is surely kin
to my parrot. I shouldn't
He finished his trading and returned home
with the presents for his
When he got to the parrot, she demanded her gift.
"What happened when
you told my story
to the Indian parrots?"
"I'm afraid to
"Master, you must!"
"When I spoke your complaint to the field
of chattering parrots, it
one of their hearts.
She must have been a close companion,
or a relative, for when she heard
she grew quiet and trembled, and died."
As the caged parrot heard this, she herself
quivered and sank to the
This merchant was a good man.
He grieved deeply for his parrot,
distracted phrases, self-contradictory -
cold, then loving -
murky with symbolism.
A drowning man reaches for anything!
The Friend loves this flailing
better than any lying still.
The One who lives inside existence
stays constantly in motion,
whatever you do, that king
watches through the window.
When the merchant threw the "dead" parrot
out of the cage, it spread its
and glided to a nearby tree!
The merchant suddenly understood the mystery.
"Sweet singer, what was in
that taught you this trick?"
"She told me that it was the charm
of my voice that kept me
Give it up, and be released!"
The parrot told the merchant one or two more
spiritual truths. Then a
"God protect you," said the merchant
"as you go on your new way.
hope to follow you!"
~Rumi 'One-Handed Basket Weaving'
Versions by Coleman
posted by Gill Eardley to