A magical Bird, a wise being who's asleep to who she really is, is dreaming and hears the song of the Beautiful Sounds. She believes in her dream that this song dwells outside herself. But as she listens to the song, she is inspired to go on a transformational journey. Enjoy reading the first three chapters below.
Once, there was a Mountain.
In the heart of the Mountain, there was a cave.
In the cave there was a Bird, dreaming. The Bird had long luminous wings and many-colored feathers. She lay on the floor of the cave, listening in the dark to the silence.
One day, the Bird was listening to the silence filling the cave, when she heard a Beautiful Sound. Then, she heard another…and another…and another…till the cave was filled with the Beautiful Sounds. The Beautiful Sounds came so close she could feel them breathing upon her. She could see their sparkling light. Softly, they caressed her wings. They told the Bird, "Through your listening, you have called the Song of the Beautiful Sounds to you." The Bird plucked one of the feathers from her breast to touch the Beautiful Sounds. But, as she reached with the feather the feather fell from her, and drifted into the shadows of the cave. And the Beautiful Sounds drew back.
From that day on though the Bird lay on the floor of the cave dreaming and listening to the Song of the Beautiful Sounds, falling more and more in love with it, she felt more and more separate from it. There was a darkness now between her and the Beautiful Song. The Bird whispered to the Song of the Beautiful Sounds, “My voice is not beautiful like yours. I cannot sing. What can I do? What can I do to be filled with the Beautiful Sounds? What can I do to sing the Beautiful Song?” The Song of the Beautiful Sounds was silent.
But one day, one of the Bird’s feathers fell from her and shone like white fire on the ground. It brightened the cave, and for the first time the Bird opened her eyes. She saw an opening in the cave, a door. The Bird rose. She walked across the cave and through the opening. She found a spiraling path and began to follow it upwards through the Mountain.
At the top of the Mountain the Bird stepped out under the Sky. Night embraced her and the Moon and Stars kissed her. She heard the Song of the Beautiful Sounds all around her. For the first time she opened her long luminous wings and let her many-colored feathers be seen. A little fire leapt inside her heart. The Bird whispered to the Song of the Beautiful Sounds, “My voice is not beautiful like yours. I cannot sing. What can I do? What can I do to be filled with the Beautiful Sounds? What can I do to sing the Beautiful Song?” Holding onto the earth, she opened her wings even wider and began to grow.
The Bird reached so high, her long luminous wings lay upon the tops of trees. The Moon and Stars shone upon the leaves, and the Bird’s many-colored feathers twinkled. The Bird could hear the Song of the Beautiful Sounds all around her. She felt, I love listening to the Song of the Beautiful Sounds. The Bird felt appreciation for what is, and forgot she couldn’t sing.
Just then, a tiny, flying, luminescent being whirred in front of the Bird. She looked into the eyes of another living being! For the first time the Bird didn’t feel alone on the Mountain. The tiny, flying, luminescent being smiled into her eyes as if to say, And you thought you were alone?
It was then the Bird forgot to hold onto the earth. The Bird let go. The Bird began to fly.
The Bird had never thought of flying. She had dreamed of singing, but never of flying! She had used her wings to feel small and separate, as she dreamt on the floor of the cave. But now, she used her wings to feel free, to feel powerful, to open.
Now the Bird was flying. She flew upwards through the night Sky. She felt herself becoming lighter and lighter. She heard only silence, she felt only freedom. Silence and freedom filled the Bird, and she flew.
The night Sky was becoming brighter and brighter. The Bird crossed into a circle of spinning light. A sparkling many-colored light. From the light flowed the Sng of the Beautiful Sounds.The Bird could feel the darkness between her and the Beautiful Song was gone. The sparkling many-colored light spun in incandescent layers of infinite gentleness around her. She found she could stand upon the light as upon a floating jewel.
In the circle around the Bird were seven Radiant Beings. Each Radiant Being emanated a different colored light. She saw that the Song of the Beautiful Sounds and the spinning light flowed from these beings. The Radiant Beings smiled at the Bird. Their voices caressed her with the Song of the Beautiful Sounds as they sang, “We are the Seven Stars who dance in the Lands beyond the Moon. You have called to the Seven Stars for the Song, and it has been given to you. It has been opened to you. You have called upon us, and we have come. All you desire is given to you. All is opened to you. You are the Song of the Beautiful Sounds!”
As the Bird listened to the Seven Stars she felt their voices humming all around her like infinite layers of the softest incandescent wings. She felt herself sink into these infinite layers. As she sank she felt herself carried by a love she had never felt before, the love the Seven Stars had for her, and she felt loved for the first time. The Bird whispered to the Seven Stars, “I love you!” When the Bird heard her voice for the first time, her heart beat louder than it ever had before and she felt, How beautiful is my voice! She sank deeper and deeper into the incandescent layers of infinite gentleness hummming all around her like the softest incandescent wings, and began to feel her heart beating with the Infinite Radiant Heart of the Seven Stars.
It was then, the Bird began to hear for the first time, the song of the Beautiful Sounds singing deep inside herself. Deep inside herself, not outside herself, as she had always heard the song before. As the Bird listened, she was filled with more and more of the song of the Beautiful Sounds. And it was the most innate, spontaneous, and unstoppable of things, when she opened her beak, and began to sing!
From that moment on, the Bird and the Stars sang together. They sang and they sang for many days and nights in the circle of spinning light, high above the Mountain. And the Bird learned more and more from the 7 Stars.
One day, the Bird saw a brilliant jewel breathing in the center of each of the 7 Radiant Beings. She felt the jewels pulsing with the infinite radiant heart deep inside each Star, and her own heart beat loudly. The Stars took the jewels from their hearts, and gave them to the Bird, and the Stars sang to her, “Plant these jewels in the heart of the Mountain. They will grow something wondrous for you!” The Bird opened her wings and received the 7 jewels. “Thank you!” She sang ever so softly, to the 7 Stars. The jewels were incandescent, warm, soft, alive, breathing, and she tenderly placed them deep within her silken, breast feathers.
Sky River appeared, lapping at the circle’s edges, and the 7 Stars sang, “We shall return now, to the lands beyond the moon.” The Bird and the Stars looked at one another with love and appreciation, and smiled. They knew they would always be together, even when they were not. Then, the 7 Stars stepped into Sky River, taking the circle of spinning light with them, and the Bird watched them go.
The Bird looked at the Mountain far below. She spread her wings wider than she ever had before, and flew down through the night.
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