Once there was a man and he had a bird that could sing, for it was a magical bird. Indeed, its songs were beautiful, and every time he felt sad, the bird would sing to him and he would feel better and he was happy.
And when he left for work he would leave the cage door open so that the bird could come and go as it pleased.
It always came before he came home and he would always see the bird asleep with the cage door closed,for it flew into the heavens when he was gone and although it could sing, it could not speak to him about the worlds that it visited. And even if it could not speak, it enjoyed listening to the man telling it of his day.
And every once in a while, he did. But he was busy in the outside world, and he neglected the bird. Sometimes he would not come home and there would be no food nor water for the bird, but the man assumed that it could get nourished on its own, after all, it was a magical bird.
But it was not the water nor the food that nourished the bird, it was the love that came with the food when the man fed it that kept it alive in this physical world.
One day, the bird did not come back and the man was very sad. For he knew it was not coming back, and for the first time he realized that it was not the food that nourished the bird. And he knew it left because although he loved it, he neglected it.
And then one day, from nowhere he met a woman. And he knew it was the bird. And the woman told him "It is I. I flew into the heavens and I was not coming back, but your love brought me back, in another form, so you would never be alone again, for I will always be with you until we are released from these bodies, and we can fly into the heavens, together.
© 2010 by Melinda M. Sorensson