How Birds Began to Sing

Before Adam and his darling soul-mate Eve, there were extensive orchards throughout the land, filled with excellent fruits of various persuasions. They were excellent, not because of their taste, since who would think, after all, to dare and eat such exquisite creatures? No, they were excellent because each fruit possessed its own unique personality, and each expressed that personality in its own unique way.

Never would you find the fruits in common agreement. Rather, they could often be observed debating all manner of metaphysical propositions, even to the point of dropping off their branches and onto the ground below. Having done so, they would ever so gradually ease down into the fertile soil, deposit their seeds in an ecstasy which only passionate lovers could fully appreciate, and then pass directly into an etheric state of sublime contentment and deep enduring joy.

Millions of years would pass in this way, and one might characterize such an era upon this good earth as exceedingly pleasant, except that there was no opposite to the state of pleasantry, and so it was simply what it was, empty and marvelous, and that is what it was! If we, who have appeared during the current degenerate age, were to attempt to imagine such a situation, we might spend a lot of money on special movie effects, and yet still fail to appreciate the absolute state of pleasantness which pertained and pervaded both heaven and earth in such a way that there was no perceptible difference between the two.

Once in a while, and every so often, noble fruits would blossom on the fair fruit branches and go on to expound the unsurpassed Dharma of the ground, the path, and its fruition. The permeating aromas these noble fruits transmitted were both profound and vast. They were profound in the sense that they clarified the fundamental nature of the tree, the orchard, and the soil. They were vast because they pointed out the various levels and paths to ultimate fruition, all inherent within the seeds themselves.

In that regard, one notable matter they illuminated was how each fruit in the orchard is actually devoid of any independent existence. That is, they all arise dependent on various factors (tree, soil, weather, etc.), and moreover, each of those factors also arises dependently, so how about that! Nothing is as it appears, and yet, simultaneously, it is not other than it appears. That was the just beginning of their exposition, and of course everything unfolded naturally from there.

When the various fruits heard about this, many dropped down right away and sifted into the soil out of sheer delight. Others became much sweeter, and exuded such intoxicating fragrances that the local birds awakened to an amazing recognition: they suddenly realized that they could express themselves in song! Thus was born the thrilling bird music, and if one is out walking in the fruiting orchards today, they may still hear an echoing chorus of the grateful birds praising those fabulous fruit teachings.


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: Essays on the Conscious Process: Compiled Poetry and Prosetry: Verses and ramblings on life as it is: Verses and Variations on the Investigation of Mind Nature: Verses on the Play of Consciousness: Poetic Fiction, Fable, Fantabulation: Poems of the Mountain Hermit: Love Poems from The Book of Yes: Autobiographical Fragments, Memories, Stories, and Tall Tales: Ancient and modern spiritual texts, creatively refreshed: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
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4 Responses to How Birds Began to Sing

  1. Shamanic Mechanics says:

    I love these stories Bob! They remind and enchant, that it’s not all bad. Great to be reding you again. Drop by soon – I will put the kettle on for you 👩🏻‍🚀

    • Bob OHearn says:

      Glad to see you again, Brother — I figured you were on a hiatus from the web world. Happy to hear you enjoy these little tales! ❤

      • Shamanic Mechanics says:

        Always enjoy your stories. Not on fb anymore – obvious reasons. But I am happy to read. Things are moving in all directions, good to be grounded at times, with good writing 🗿

      • Bob OHearn says:

        Glad to hear you are moving forward in the midst of the challenges! I understand about FB . . .

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