# 279: Bird Miracle
Story behind the Passage
Some days are crazy — and some days are even crazier. Today was a medium-crazy day. And it was awesome because life took its course. I got to rescue a bird. Well, we do not know yet whether or not he/she will make it. But it was a calling to be there right then when the bird needed help. This is life in a nutshell. There is nothing more to discover. There is only your life time and the ability to spend it with things and people that come to you. You can embrace them and then they will carry you to a new place.
The same applies to books.
I remember I read One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest after many of my professors had been talking about it. I never actually had to read it for one of my classes. Or I did not read it anyway. In any case, at some point, I decided to read it myself. I remember that I had no clue what it was all about at first. And I am pretty sure that I did not know what it was all about after finishing it either. Still, it spoke to me. And that is the point all along. There is nothing to figure out anyway. There are just living beings that cross your path. For some of them, you can be of help. For some of them, you are just someone. That is perfectly fine.
For some animals, at least, I hope I could be of help.
My Learnings
You fell from the sky,
Without feathers.
Naked and bloody,
With your eyes closed.
You were outraged,
You were hit,
You were cold.
You were afraid.
We saw you,
Did not know
What to do
To save you.
We tried our best
To keep you warm.
Spoke to you.
Rocking you.
The car drive endless.
The traffic horrible.
“Stay awake, little bird,
We’re almost there.”
Is that crazy?
Is it useless?
Saving a bird?
Of less than an ounce?
Goddammit, people –
Can you see?
We’re all the same
Birds, bees, and human beings.
If you want to be saved,
Just try it yourself.
Start looking around,
The beauty is there.
You are busy with money?
No time to pause?
Animals do not matter,
You are what counts.
There is nothing to say,
No reason to lecture.
Some people see,
The others are blind.
Writing is there,
To make people long,
To see the unknown
To be ready to pass.
Little bird,
Please make it through the night.
You are being loved.
No matter who knows.
The beauty is within,
That is what matters.
If you are naked or dead,
Your soul will remain.
Reflection Questions
1) What do animals mean to you?
2) When did you ever see someone with “new eyes”? What happened before?
3) Do you think that “souls” die?