The Caller, The Listner & The Oneness

Kumbhatua, - has started it's song again,
From somewhere nearby,
Whole body arching,
Head pulsating in constant jerks,
Trembling in waves of pain
From small beak to the long tail,
The bird creates the unstoppable rhythm..
Or it seems unstoppable...

Its not over,
The heart is never satisfied
It says I have never seen you before
Though you were sitting beside me last night
In the tender branches of the mango groves..
The creature wants more and more..
And begins the song-
Kum, kum, Kuhum, kum,
Kum kumh, kum, kuhum kum...
As it echoes and rechoes
The whole atmosphere is charged
With the Call for the Companion..

The call penetrates all stones
That are lying there
When the river had started it's first course,
All of the hanging leaves
That are there -turning red to green,
And green to yellow and reappearing
As if magic...,
The grass bed, ancient ane mystique,
And the blue canopy above,
Hanging limitless from the very start.
The call reaches and pierces every soul
Dead, alive or hibernating
Then how come it does not touch the mate
For whom it's composed?
Or it does!

The companion bird receives the call
The music and its very rhythm
As it penetrates it's wings, beak, tail,
Eyes, heart and soul,
Somewhere deep within -some untouched places..
And it becomes still..
Very still
It knows if it moves
The music is not going to be perceived
As it comes, in its full form, uninterrupted
And that's important for the bond.

So it sits very still
Without even moving its eyelids
As if a saint in meditaion.
The unstoppable call, the hypnotic rhythm
Comes in waves..
Waves after waves..
The love, the pain, the yearning is received
And the companion bird listens...hypnotized
It could not stir
nor it intends to fly and reach the caller..
The bonding is hapenning...
And it forgets all pain of itself and of the companion's
The arching, the twisting and the longing diminishes..
Its joyful now when it bathes in the echoing symphony,
It breathes in the rhythm
And forgets about itself...
What was it?
A he or she?
It forgets all the rules of existence
Forgets about the branch, the listening, the caller..

The recipient becomes the music
The Thread of Rhythm
That joins the Caller and the Listener
Has come to life now
And is vibrating with Light!
Nobody minds the distance so much
Nobody rushes for the Meet that is yet to be scheduled
The maddening music has done it's job
There is oneness all around..

11.30am
6.3.2016
Caller, Listener and Oneness