Little Bird

Credits

     I am a little bird which is just learning to fly. Few flaps a day, and I'm off to to go. Then all of a sudden it came to my attention: when I fly lower, nothing notices me; and I am just alright. When I start to soar higher, other birds notice me and say how well I am doing. The funny thing is, I'm always carried away by little appreciation that I easily lose balance and go down thrice  as much faster as I soar. Too much concentration on my abilities perhaps; or my concentration is focused much on what the other birds have to say about me? The latter is nearer to the truth; and a truth that a tiny bird like me must conquer. There is no greater conquest than conquering oneself, as the sages say.

      I'm flying because that is what my life is all about. My ancestors have flown to greatest heights, sans the others who did not. But the process of learning to fly is much, much difficult as I imagine it to be. Sometimes I soar. Other times I fall. Balance is a little key; but focus is the main ingredient. Focus is being in the flow, being in the moment, being in IT. Actually, I'm not learning to fly because I don't know how to do it; I'm just re-membering how is it to fly; for flying is already in my deep consciousness. It is the flesh and bone of everything that my ancestors have left me.

Get Happy!

My Neighbor's Idle Yard

     I have a neighbor who is a widower. And he takes not proper care of his idle yard. We often would say, what a waste. He could plant vegetables in his yard to make it useful and be look tidy.
     During rainy days my neighbor's idle yard  always gets attention; for it is in these days that the grasses grow taller. And we see almost all variety of grasses. We could only look at the yard while shaking our heads saying, what a waste, what a waste. For we could clearly see in our minds the healthy vegetables and blooming flowers had our neighbor that industrious.
     A day after a heavy rainfall, I happened to glance at my neighbor's grassy yard because of the noises I heard. To my amazement, two kinds of flocks of birds were busy picking at the grasses' seeds. They kept on chirping and hopping from grass to grass, as if they found a gold mine. They seemed to be happy and excited.
     At the other side of the yard, I also saw many tiny butterflies chasing each other over the grasses as if playing and looking for food at the same time. What life! I was lost for words with what I saw. I just allowed myself to be carried away by the sight.
     For a long time, I was again reminded of nature's beauty and the wonder of life. God always make something good of what we consider as useless and unimportant.
     From then on my neighbor's idle land was no longer an ugly sight for us. And we always look forward to the time when the birds and butterflies would return to my neighbor's yard and give us the pleasure of enjoying such little beautiful moments with them.