It's time for you to fly away, little
bird,

before the looming darkness of the
night creeps in ...

and completely takes over the day.

Before the street cats sneak in and
pounce on,

it's time to take wing, and fly away
leaving no trace...

This post was last updated by S R (account deleted) Sun, 28 Jun 2009.

(Saw a strange looking little bird, struggling to take wing trying to nurse it's broken wing by the side of a block of bricks struggling with every ounce of it's energy to take wing, as minutes passed to ardous hours and hours into a painfull long day...moving one to write thus. :-) And by the time I finished and looked out towards to where it had been, it had gone taking wing leaving no trace! :-)

Samatha Reddy wrote:

(Saw a strange looking little bird, struggling to take wing trying to nurse it's broken wing by the side of a block of bricks struggling with every ounce of it's energy to take wing, as minutes passed to ardous hours and hours into a painfull long day...moving one to write thus. :-) And by the time I finished and looked out towards to where it had been, it had gone taking wing leaving no trace! :-)

Life is like the tamarind fruit bound in its shell

Hi Samantha Reddy,
It is poetic moment for the bird that flew without trace
So are our moments ,though little, very precious,
Days are long but poem lingers on
Into the newly discovered " memory-molecule"
Hi SR, take care and keep it up.
Regards
Krishnan

Life is like the tamarind fruit bound in its shell

yesterday nancy and i were sitting in friends' backyard talking ... when all of a sudden a hawk flew heavily into the yard next door and perched on a fence post. (this was in the suburbs, rows and rows of houses right next to each other, not in the countryside.) that hawk was HUGE! he (she?) sat there for a while, flew away, came back, drank water from a pool in the lawn, flew away to a nearby high branch and sat there for a long time. i've never been that close to a hawk, not even in the wilderness. it was spectacular!

awesome! Thanks for sharing.

don't let the wounds of the past tie you down from flying free,

don't let the sorrows of yesterday keep you from soaring high,

don't let the fears of tomorrow hold you from diving deep

now, is your time to fly away, little bird, and on your own,

to fly away and to never look back, to never settle down....

Wow! Beautiful picture!...
;)

This post was last updated by Aura APL Sun, 28 Jun 2009.

Last week I was at a University building and saw a little bird in its interior garden. I thought it was hurt because it is a place where there are no birds, so, I approached. It didn?t move. Then I said, quietly: ?Why are you here. Are you hurt?? And it didn?t move. His eyes were very alert. So, I held my hand closer to it, and suddenly, it flew. I thought: ?I scared him?. And I left.

easy to love birds. harder to love humans. why?

rachMiel ... wrote:
easy to love birds. harder to love humans. why?

the birds have no psychological memories or hurts nor do they pretend to be something else than what they are.

Human beings are unapproachable some where beyond the many layers of masks of a diverse persona and solid belief systems.

Aura P. de L. wrote:
Last week I was at a University building and saw a little bird in its interior garden. I thought it was hurt because it is a place where there are no birds, so, I approached. It didn?t move. Then I said, quietly: ?Why are you here. Are you hurt?? And it didn?t move. His eyes were very alert. So, I held my hand closer to it, and suddenly, it flew. I thought: ?I scared him?. And I left.

hi Aura.

:-)

Samatha Reddy wrote:

rachMiel ... wrote:
easy to love birds. harder to love humans. why?

the birds have no psychological memories or hurts nor do they pretend to be something else than what they are.

they are what they are. simple, straightforward, unneurotic.

Human beings are unapproachable some where beyond the many layers of masks of a diverse persona and solid belief systems.

they are what they aren't. complicated, duplicitous, neurotic.

something like that?

Yes. Something like that.

rachMiel ... wrote:

easy to love birds. harder to love humans. why?

*Is it love? ? What is love?
Is love sympathy, compassion, freshness?
What about passion?

Mmmm? yes? it seems to be easy to approach a little bird and interact with it with compassion, happiness, freshness, so, let?s see?.

Is it because we are not expecting anything from them?
Because they are not expecting anything from us?
Is it because we are only exploring, because we have more space for the unexpected?
Because we just enjoy them?
Because we don?t create history?
Because the only thing that we have together is the moment?

? mmmhhh.. Interesting, we can think about it?about our own idea of love.
Thanks.*

:)

Aura P. de L. wrote:

rachMiel ... wrote:

easy to love birds. harder to love humans. why?

Is it because we are not expecting anything from them?

Because they are not expecting anything from us?

Because we just enjoy them?

Because we don?t create history?

Because the only thing that we have together is the moment?

yes. yes. yes. yes. yes. :-)

here's a translation i just worked up of an excerpt from The Duino Elegies by Rainer Maria Rilke, one of my favorite poems. i thought it fit this thread very nicely:

With all eyes the animal gazes into

the Openness. But our eyes are

as if reversed, surrounding themselves

like traps barring their free exit.

What is outside we know only from the animal's

face; we who turn our young children around

and force them to see objects backwards,

not the Openness, that is so deep

in the animal's gaze. Freedom from death.

We alone see death; the free animal

has its decline always behind it

and God before it, and when it moves, it moves

in eternity, like streams flow.

the original:

Mit allen Augen sieht die Kreatur

das Offene. Nur unsre Augen sind

wie umgekehrt und ganz um sie gestellt

als Fallen, rings um ihren freien Ausgang.

Was draußen ist, wir wissens aus des Tiers

Antlitz allein; denn schon das frühe Kind

wenden wir um und zwingens, daß es rückwärts

Gestaltung sehe, nicht das Offne, das

im Tiergesicht so tief ist. Frei von Tod.

Ihn sehen wir allein; das freie Tier

hat seinen Untergang stets hinter sich

und vor sich Gott, und wenn es geht, so gehts

in Ewigkeit, so wie die Brunnen gehen.

rachMiel ... wrote:
like streams flow.

rachMiel,

Your creativity flows too. More such poems, please.

Freedom from the known is Attention in the Unknown: Krishnamurti J

more poems sounds great, Ramesh G, and feel free to contribute your fav ones too. thanks.

Hi Samatha,

I have problems with understanding poems. Very few, like the one above by rachMichael, do I understand. Still my love for poems haven't vanished. Occasionally I write. I feel shy to show them to others fearing criticism. Here is one I wrote some months back. I remember writing it with some feeling, but I can't capture it now:

Cosmic dance happens

when you move away from

your 'habitual self.'

You soar up to the heavens

where nothing human

touches you.

Freedom from the known is Attention in the Unknown: Krishnamurti J

rachMiel..

Sorry I misspelt your name.

Freedom from the known is Attention in the Unknown: Krishnamurti J

Ramesh G wrote:
Cosmic dance happens
when you move away from
your 'habitual self.'You soar up to the heavens
where nothing human
touches you.

Wow, I like that. It's beautiful and inspiring. You sure captured what you had on mind very well, I feel. Thanks for sharing it. Ramesh G

This post was last updated by S R (account deleted) Sat, 18 Jul 2009.

Samatha Reddy wrote:
You sure captured what you had on mind very well, I feel.

I'm delighted, Samatha. Thanks

Freedom from the known is Attention in the Unknown: Krishnamurti J

You are welcome, Ramesh, and namaste, friend. Hope all is well and great on your side.

Namaste Samata. Everything is fine with me now. At present I'm reading Nikos Kazantzakis' Zorba the Greek and C S Lewis's Horse and the Boy. Zorba evokes passion in me and Lewis is making me into a child. The captive Horse talks to the captive Boy and both are ditching their masters and are on their jouney to a Happy Land.

To a mind which has overworked its intellect, regaining innocence is a blessing. I want to be a child! Have a great day, Sam.

Freedom from the known is Attention in the Unknown: Krishnamurti J

A strange man;
A strange man and a bird?
Flew to a distant land?
Still tied in a golden cage?
Wondering
?
Full of pain;
A little child with clear ?
Blue eyes;
Looked at the bird;
And let it fly;
Bird sang with joy?
Come fly come fly;
With me?
Man did not understand;
And stood by?

Ramesh G wrote:
Namaste Samata. Everything is fine with me now. At present I'm reading Nikos Kazantzakis' Zorba the Greek and C S Lewis's Horse and the Boy. Zorba evokes passion in me and Lewis is making me into a child. The captive Horse talks to the captive Boy and both are ditching their masters and are on their jouney to a Happy Land.

To a mind which has overworked its intellect, regaining innocence is a blessing. I want to be a child! Have a great day, Sam.

That sounds interesting, Ramesh G. It's a most beautiful thing to be able see through the eyes of a child, to feel with him his world, to share his/her joys and tears. These days I have been myself interacting with some of the most wonderful little boys(my son and his incredible friends) who just amaze me beyond words, their unique personalities, their love and passion for play, for communication, for life itself. Such delightful beings bringing in such love and joy to this world. And Ramesh G one is 'gone' in this passion with them, in this love affair with life... Yes, no exaggeration. This thing fills me to my very bones, threatening to explode my heart. lol.

Let me share with you something Ramesh G. I said to 'my' six year old son looking into his eyes, with this sweet love filling up my every cell, unable to contain it, "Oh, love, mommy is madly, deeply in love. Yes, yes, yeah!" to which he responds as spontaneously, "mam, you're madly in love, but , am super super super madly in love!" holding my face in his little strong hands, and my gaze with his sparkling, brilliant eyes! wow, blowing my mind and heart to a zillion pieces or so!:-) Yes, what more could a mother of this world ask for? And yes, infact, he is super madly in love. Every one feels it and that's contagious and catches on like wild fire. People in love are the most dangerous. Watch out! (laughing)

Btw Ramesh G my son also has a most awesome, caring and responsible dad, with whom he has left this morning on a vacation over to the US of A for 5 days. Since am on vacation myself, having taken off this summer, am now wondering what I should be doing with myself for the next five days. lol. I love it! I guess am going to walk around, trek, and lose myself where ever I want. Yeah! lol. Well, that's about my day/life for now!

Thanks for sharing your day. Puts a BIG smile on my face.:-)

This post was last updated by S R (account deleted) Mon, 20 Jul 2009.

david sharma wrote:
A strange man; A strange man and a bird? Flew to a distant land? Still tied in a golden cage? Wondering ? Full of pain; A little child with clear ? Blue eyes; Looked at the bird; And let it fly; Bird sang with joy? Come fly come fly; With me? Man did not understand; And stood by?

That's just terrific, David, and thanks for stopping by. I love that, esp, the part "man did not understand" which makes me laugh. Yes, come let's laugh together, weep together, and unburden each other. Man/woman builds walls, cages around himself/herself thinking he/she is safe behind 'em, not realizing that one day not far away from now they're going to crumble smothering the very living flame of life out of him/her.

This post was last updated by S R (account deleted) Mon, 20 Jul 2009.

Samatha Reddy wrote:
I guess am going to walk around, trek, and lose myself where ever I want.

Samatha, You are too full of energy. To balance that dynamism, take a few minutes' break, and allow yourself the joy of being a Buddha.
Life is great.

Freedom from the known is Attention in the Unknown: Krishnamurti J