Sitting in my balcony with a few plants and a cuppa
I pick up Anthony Demello’s
Song of the Bird..
And I see a story which reminds me of the 3 magnificent
days with all of you, ChittaSanghis. And all the thousands of you who have touched my life.
This is the song of the bird today..
The lover knocked at his Beloved’s door.
“Who knocks?” said the Beloved from within.
“It is I”, said the over.
“Go away. This house will not hold you and me”
The lover withdrew and pondered for
years on the words the Beloved
had said. Then he returned and knocked again.
“It is you”
The door was immediately opened.
– A tale from Attar of Neisharpur
In so many ways, the outer mirrors the inner,
How might we learn to see life, people and relationships upside-down, backside front and inside out. This is what is delicious. This is perhaps the pathless land of truth. This is journey, the destination. Like the beautiful song..
Tu hi saagar, tu hi kinara, dhundata hai kiska sahara..
(You are the ocean and you are the shore, then whose support are you looking for?)