just didn’t suit her.
She was different.
She brought the
light, music and color,
but no one could see or hear
past the tint of her skin,
and the clothes
she was dressed in.
The mob got angry
and demanded that her
and appearance fit in.
But if every color
is the same, there’s no art,
only a blank canvas shown.
If every note is the same,
there’s no music, just a lone,
repetitive and empty tone.
She moved through life
as a wave of color, music and light,
and the others felt her pull.
Ignorant of why they felt so good,
they make her a scapegoat
with their poisoned cock and bull.
were jealous of her powers
of her beauty, and of her way.
So they labeled, mocked
and shunned her
because they feared her,
and just about everything else,
with all their might,
while shielding their eyes
from the light.
Filtering colors, green with envy,
jealousy had worked them up
to an angered frenzy.
Music was bitterly distorted,
in the company of their discontent,
and they did all the samely wrongs
they can muster and give consent.
So she turned and walked-on
in beautiful color, music and light,
leaving those that lived in the ‘same’,
alone with their hate and fright,
never even knowing her name.
used imagery to tell
a psychological unveiling
of man’s true nature
and power in imagination.
These wisdoms unfold,
through parables and allegories.
Its only while being present,
and through the magic
of the spiritual categories;
coincidence, mystery and surprise,
that help reveal their clever disguise.
Some read these stories
and see them as historical,
others know that they are
really beautifully metaphorical.
We are each, author, producer, director,
critic and all the actors in our play,
as we conduct the themes of our lives through
whatever we believe, claim, accept and say.
Everything in existence is crying out for a particular quality of consciousness that only humans can give. This doesn’t mean we are superior to nature, only that there’s an incredible need for a certain cooperation. The famous mystic Rudolph Steiner has said that for the agricultural process to happen, for seeds and plants, and trees to grow, birdsong is absolutely essential. This is a beautiful truth that very few people know. But we also need to take what he said one stage further, because birds call and sing not only to quicken plants: they also call to awaken the human seed that we are. They are actually singing for our sake as well. If we can start to listen to them, really listen, they will draw us into this greater consciousness I have been talking about. They will be our teachers, because nature is able to point us to our inner nature. …We are called to be there. When we can listen to what the birds have to say, to what nature has to say, and when we perceive the beauty of nature, then we are completing the circle and returning this physical world to its source through our own consciousness. – Peter Kingsley in an interview with PARABOLA, Spring 2006 from the issue “Coming To Our Senses.”
Some Native American beliefs say that the predawn Bird Song is a song of thanksgiving for the day to come.
Thank you for this wonderful day
which unfolds in such a perfect way