I listened to the BIRD with the loudest song as dawn was breaking today.
It was telling all the other birds to wake up.
It did not call out as it thought it was the boss; it called out from the feeling that all should be rejoicing with the beginning of a new day.
Its sole purpose was to wake all the other birds as it had a message to share. Because the message was shared from a feeling...it touched the hearts of all the other birds and not a single bird ignored the call.
Can you imagine a world in which every message we hear (like the song of the bird) is shared from a deep feeling of the heart...a world in which every message represents a profound and awesome truth about how someone has been affected by life, what someone has discovered, perhaps, or how they have become elated, bliss-ful and filled with joy?
Wouldn't those messages be ones we would not want to miss...because they are so powerful and authentic and real...so truth-telling and so instructive?
Undoubtedly, there would be something in the sound or sense of the message that would compel our attention, our engagement, our happiness-sharing, our joy.
These messages would help us understand our world and the persons who inhabit it. They would help us understand ourselves and how we connect with others through the Divine Matrix.
The "birds" with the loudest songs sing the most powerfully because they have worked through something important in their lives. They have had an epiphany and they are joyfully trumpeting their message.
But what about the "birds" (please read people) who have not finished their processing?
Most of us fall into that category at some time in our lives.
These birds are a work-in-progress. Their "songs" are not the loudest, nor the most powerful. Rather they are a reaching out to others for understanding, for support, for affirmation, for compassion...and, most importantly, for connection.
But we cannot connect if we do not hear their songs.
Perhaps our role in life is to celebrate the "loudest" bird songs which reveal the joyful moments of someone's connection
to listen ever more closely to the softest, tenderest, weakest songs being trilled by birds whose wings need our support, attention and love.
image from dianaevans.blogspot.com.