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On the cold rock of a lake, the man sat. Huddled in the cold bath of the waters, he stared upon the motionless bird.
" I have heard you are a master, and I seek your wisdom. But why do you sit upon a lake when a bird is meant to fly? "
The bird thought on this for some time and said.
" What does it matter what I am, and what I am meant to be? What answer could ever be good enough for one who does not know what it means to be a bird?"
The man too thought on these words for some time.
" I understand. I come to you for I feel I have lost sight of my arts. That my mind is dwindling as a drying stream. I fear what I have now will not be as good as it could be. "
The bird raised its arms to the night sky with a deep sigh.
" You are here for answers, that is why you call me a master..but what I can teach cannot be instilled in the mind. Men and women think far too greatly on what is meant for them, what futures, what meanings, what troubles come their way. "
" So fixated on these thoughts, you hesitate to act in the moment, and instead live on in doubts and dreams. If a fish were to think so deeply on how it breathed, it would surely drown in the river. If a bird thought on each and every flap of its wings, it would fall and die. "
" A bird does not think on how it flies. It wishes to fly and so it does. A fish does not think how to breathe. It just does. Man does not need a reason to create their skill, nor a reason not to. In them it naturally occurs. Let go of your ambitions, look past your ego and pride...then perhaps you will learn to fly like a bird...and understand why a bird can sit on a lake. "
Inspired by Billinski's " Peace, Love and perfection " which can be found here travelingsound.bandcamp.com/al…
Want to help support my art and piece of mind? www.patreon.com/Shane_Frost

Description

On the cold rock of a lake, the man sat. Huddled in the cold bath of the waters, he stared upon the motionless bird.
" I have heard you are a master, and I seek your wisdom. But why do you sit upon a lake when a bird is meant to fly? "
The bird thought on this for some time and said.
" What does it matter what I am, and what I am meant to be? What answer could ever be good enough for one who does not know what it means to be a bird?"
The man too thought on these words for some time.
" I understand. I come to you for I feel I have lost sight of my arts. That my mind is dwindling as a drying stream. I fear what I have now will not be as good as it could be. "
The bird raised its arms to the night sky with a deep sigh.
" You are here for answers, that is why you call me a master..but what I can teach cannot be instilled in the mind. Men and women think far too greatly on what is meant for them, what futures, what meanings, what troubles come their way. "
" So fixated on these thoughts, you hesitate to act in the moment, and instead live on in doubts and dreams. If a fish were to think so deeply on how it breathed, it would surely drown in the river. If a bird thought on each and every flap of its wings, it would fall and die. "
" A bird does not think on how it flies. It wishes to fly and so it does. A fish does not think how to breathe. It just does. Man does not need a reason to create their skill, nor a reason not to. In them it naturally occurs. Let go of your ambitions, look past your ego and pride...then perhaps you will learn to fly like a bird...and understand why a bird can sit on a lake. "
Inspired by Billinski's " Peace, Love and perfection " which can be found here travelingsound.bandcamp.com/al…
Want to help support my art and piece of mind? www.patreon.com/Shane_Frost