October 23, 2021
i caressed a very beautiful bird back to life.
In Search of the ADARNA
YB
We have in countless enquiries, through endless years and days,
had trekked t’wards what seems to be a land so far away,
such wisdom seemingly a myth, a tale or mystery,
our folklore’s hooded seekers and men of curiosity…
Who, on their fledgling step through urban asphalt, their ears heard
the muted secret weeping and songs of a stately bird,
whose mermerizing sound has kept their minds so deeply bent,
thus into forests dark to search, is where the seekers went.
Such fascination brought them quick to much uncertainty,
their lives becoming spent in books and universities,
for many years and months and days and many many weeks
for in their faith, “the Light of truth will shine on him who seeks”.
The light meant for a seeker true, the perfect love it brings,
the splendid song that only one resplendent bird can sing.
The pow’r from its songs when sang so beautifully and round
can bring the confused soul and mind contentment with its sound.
And in a forest dark they stood enraptured for some hours,
enthralled and mesmerized by the songbird’s beguiling pow’r…
and in that vision, they were brought to grounds of profound peace
where pain and sorrow, life’s torments and agonies had ceased.
But murmurs and enticements of the world did rouse them up,
the vision van’shing swiftly leaving them like empty cups…
and recollecting so that their goal and mission wasn’t peace
nor was it freedom, nor from agonies and pain, release.
One of the men, did eye a golden nest upon a tree..
Beside it, Lo! the great Adarna, did they chance to see.
And slinking quickly, shot a dart to make it sleep and fall
into a cage for love’s become too much beyond recall.
And overjoyed, wine were uncorked and alcohol was poured..
congratulating him, his team, for this great work, they soared.
With a dissecting knife, into its heart, pierced their own souls
for they have become sages – to dissect’s become their goal.
The great resplendent bird would sing its gentle songs no more
and these great men who confined it, these men that all adored,
Could not track down the secret leading all from strife and pain,
for their great wealth and struggle– they’d still be bereft of gain.
For t’was in list’ning to its songs that lost lives are made whole -
but to these men of great pretense – research was vital goal,
for life is quickly lost, within a span, so too with birds,
for gentle creatures hold the key… to Life’s unspoken word.
To sages of this modern age, what have we learned from this?
How’s it that in our vanity, the secret’s often missed?
The rhythm sings to us, the rhyme, the poetry compels
and yet we prefer noise and din, thus we can’t break the spell.
Too many mornings turned to heat, the golden chance has gone,
the truth has flown, love’s come too late, to discern what’s been done.
