Whistles from the Bird Cage

I have a cool canary who sits in his cage in the greenhouse window in our kitchen, making the most of his present incarnation, at least within the limitations of his artificial enclosure. When I come out in the morning to make coffee, he tweets and I whistle back. We go on like that for a few moments, then resume our private thoughts as we carry on with our business. It works just fine, unless I happen to whistle the theme song from the Andy Griffith Show. That tends to stump him for a while, then he may suddenly burst out with a staggering series of trills and chirps to show me unequivocally who’s the boss in that category.

Likewise, if we should discover that the universe (in which our particular solar system is a mere speck lingering on the outskirts of a relatively ordinary galaxy afloat among billions of comparable others) is itself akin to a kind of science experiment conducted by nerd-like beings in a surrounding universe, inexplicable beings whose own universe is itself contained within that of another, like exponential Russian Babushka Nesting Dolls, we might pause and show a little more humility when moved by our habitual arrogance to expound and explain some piece of so-called wisdom to a fellow ignoramus.

Still, we will generally persist in spite of all that, simply because we are human, and that is a popular mind game we play with each other, for no particular reason, except to confirm our own tenuous self-sense in the midst of the incomprehensible unknown mystery which constitutes our brief but all-important (to us) existence. We’re rather predictable in that regard, and quite happy to share our carefully crafted opinions when the opportunity presents itself, or even if it doesn’t.

Yes, we imagine we’re something special, and we want our fellow somethings to know all about it. It’s not unlike the alpha-type hummingbird who lives in our front yard. We have several hummingbird feeders, but that one hummer tries to dominate them all. He spends so much energy darting from feeder to feeder to protect his territory, that he doesn’t have much time to just kick back and enjoy the totality of the universal manifestation as it all comes down in elegant harmony!

In any case, the years run on, and we keep making the same blunders, only with different people, but in eerily similar circumstances, until perhaps with a bit of merciful grace we raise our head from its customary soupy stupor and look around, as if for the very first time. Was that a whistle we heard? We’re tempted to say something, but then, uncharacteristically, we don’t. It is a new sensation, to start to speak but then to suddenly shut up. What a relief, to simply ignore the chronic reactive compulsion to blather. It feels OK, in fact, it feels quite natural! We could get used to this!


(Photo by Mazie Lane)

About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have a number of blog sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: http://www.pbase.com/1heart Essays on the Conscious Process: http://theconsciousprocess.wordpress.com/ Compiled Poetry and Prosetry: https://feelingtoinfinity.wordpress.com/ Verses and ramblings on life as it is: https://writingonwater934500566.wordpress.com/ Verses and Variations on the Investigation of Mind Nature: https://themindthatneverwas.wordpress.com/ Verses on the Play of Consciousness: https://onlydreaming187718380.wordpress.com/ Poetic Fiction, Fable, Fantabulation: https://themysteriousexpanse.wordpress.com/ Poems of the Mountain Hermit: https://snowypathtonowhere.wordpress.com/ Love Poems from The Book of Yes: https://lovesight.wordpress.com/ Autobiographical Fragments, Memories, Stories, and Tall Tales: https://travelsindreamland.wordpress.com/ Ancient and modern spiritual texts, creatively refreshed: https://freetransliterations.wordpress.com/ Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: https://westernmystics.wordpress.com/ Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: https://spiritguidesparrow.wordpress.com/ Thank You!
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3 Responses to Whistles from the Bird Cage

  1. Sky McCain says:

    Well said. I certainly see myself in your last paragraph. Overall, I’m tired of repeating my old, raggedy stories. I fight off irritation when new acquaintances keep asking me – what next, where next and on and on. I’m not convinced that most of the times the people really care a hoot but think it is polite. Sometimes I can successfully reverse the gears and they don’t ask me anymore questions but get stuck into their stories.

    Do you know or perhaps remember the story Thoreau tells in Walden when he was living in his hut along the shores of Walden Pond? If I may, he was visited by a friend and they just sat together in silence until the friend left. As I remember, Henry remarked at just how much he enjoyed the visit.
    I would rather hear what somebody has just learned than where they have been, what they “do”.

  2. Bob OHearn says:

    “The most unrealized so-called practitioner of Dzogchen can at least keep his or her mouth shut, even if he can not actually maintain the view.”


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