Little bird and his big meal

Little bird and his big meal

I was driving just now

An ordinary drive on an ordinary day

But as I witnessed "this", I found it nothing but extraordinary 

A very little bird, so little, that he was probably smaller than the size of my palm

He was brown with little dark brown and white lines, and he was really cute

There was a scrap of food in the middle of the street, perhaps it was a piece of bread

There were a number of cars driving at the time, some going north, while others heading south 

Inspite of the cars, this little tiny bird managed to take the risk, a big risk

As if  it was a calculated move, he waited until there was no car on that lane, and quickly he grabbed what looked like a big piece of bread (for a very little bird)

He grabbed the big piece of bread with his little itty beak and hastily flew up into the air to avoid the incoming car

He flew until he found a shady area on the grass, beside a big tree

I saw all this within the span of seconds

But these seconds became so memorable and I just had to write about it

What seemed so ordinary was nothing but extraordinary

He took a risk, for his Survival

He took a risk, in the midst of skyscraper monsters, that for us are just  c a r s

He took a risk, not knowing if he would make it on the other side

But he did make it, and his serene accomplished look within his little kind little existence, as he peacefully sat beside his big feast, like a King with a Crown

The best kind of King is he who is kind

The best kind of Queen, is she who understands struggle 

The best kind of King is he who is too humble to ever need to call himself King

The best kind of Queen is she who perseveres

A kind soul reminded me yesterday that to persevere, even during the most trialing times, is a wisdom worth sharing, but most importantly, overcoming

She reminded me that we can

That we have the ability to go beyond all things, even the scary ones

We all go thru our own trials and tribulations.

So many that sometimes it's too many to count. 

And the trials sometimes multiply within the complexities of mind.

The hardships are many and the heart is  o n e

The heart sees it all and it can breathe this body  l o v e

This body within deserves love

It deserves the respect for our heart to be present with it

To offer it solace

To offer it grace

To sit with it during times of turmoil, especially turmoil

And to smile with it, when playing in the sun

The sun rises again 

And the little bird, content after his special little meal is fulfilled with the sun, and within its rays

The rays the sun

We receive its love

The sunflowers face the sun

And we welcome another day

We bring forth an opportunity to share love within and throughout

While we carry another breath

That little bird surely opened my heart

And instilled in me the power to move mountains

He moved mountains today

And just like my friend said

So can we

Acceptance

 In a time where red becomes pink

And brass becomes rusty

The worn and the shedding of life 

Thru time

And thru the aches that delve deep within existence

Oh why, do we have to bear the thickening of darkness

Oh why, when one moment things are well another moment bears its contrast

Oh why, does the delicate form of nature often  allow streams to plummet into a gush of despair 

And then other times, out of nowhere, the fragrant scent of flowers high up in the trees.. and while sometimes though we cannot even see the flowers, we know they are there as the scented lush is everywhere

A person can share from such depths within their heart and another moment this protective mold takes over and the bond deteriorates

There is no consistencies within the grasping we plague ourselves with

But long behold, just when things feel really low, a good heart comes along

And reminds us of the good, that life is not just bad

In this world there is good and there is bad

In this world there is kindness and there is the everything that is not (kindness)

But most importantly,  can we be kind, even, and especially, to the parts within, that struggles most

Can we be gentle with the rage of disappointment inside

Can we tune in to the sorrow that dwells so deep within that we often create narrow tunnels and barbed wires to keep it shut

Can we place our hearts to the temporary that has become our personality and identity

Our inner child that seeks love and reassurance- Can we be that parent we sought in another

Can we accept the parts of ourselves that we are not proud of

Can we hold love to the every aspects within

And not just be a human but be a human being

A being of light

Beings of light

Co creators within God space

Oneness of truth

May nothing ever be more important than our origin and masterpiece

As nothing can ever destroy our light

Within this temporary place

We find our forever space

Our beingness within our human being

And the word namaste takes on a new meaning

THE LIGHT IN ME SEES THE LIGHT IN YOU.

THE LIGHT IN YOU SEES THE LIGHT IN ME.

And in this new moment we are within connection or not

In this new moment we are here or we are not

Our mind is there or is it here

A new moment calls for acceptance

And when we are ready, and we start within, the flower blooms, a like to the beams of the sun, so expansive, it fills the whole world with her glory

Bloom flowers

May you continue to bloom