I love birds. I have some really huge trees in front of my house and their topmost branches reach up to my windows. Every morning I enjoy sitting on the window sill or on my couch near the window and listening to the chirping of the birds. It is the most enjoyable part of my day. The winters bring in more colourful birds and it is a delight to watch them flitting about from one branch to the other.
The birds go flitting about in search of food or fly after their mates. They sing joyfully while sitting on any branch. They trill to call attention to their mates or other birds of the same feather. They sing blissful melodies on seeing the rising sun. They quiver in delight when the flowing breeze ruffles their feathers. They call out to their kind on seeing any fruits worth sharing.
It is a delight to hear them and it would melt any heart. However angry or sad one might be, the chirping of the birds would surely life one’s spirit and fill one with hope. Their wake-up calls seem to describe the beauty of life. “It is a new day, a new life everyday”, they seem to say. One which is worth living…
But the same birds go silent in the night. They stop flitting around and sit on only one branch. They don’t fear that they will fall, they don’t fear that the branch will drop them. It is as if they contemplate on the day that went by. They are consumed by their silence. No amount of fruits or food in front of them can ever move them. There is only them and their silence.
Perhaps the blessings of those who loved their chirping has engulfed them.
Perhaps the branches, leaves and trees on which they sat throughout the day are sending them their gratitude for knowingly or unknowingly sowing their seeds.
Perhaps they are connecting to the Divine …
Under the influence of Maya, we too flit and float from people to people, place to place. We too keep talking, chatting, listening to others throughout the day.
If only we could learn from the birds, the art of being silent at the end of the day.
If only we leant to stay away from all the temptations of food and physical company and set some time aside for receiving the gratitude and blessings in silence.
If only we learnt to connect with the Divine every night….
We too might learn to sing the song of happiness
We too might learn to spread cheer and positivity every single morning of our lives
We too might have a sweet song to sing
Like the sweet, innocent feathered creation of God.