27 APRIL 2020 BLOG 38 BOOK OF SONGS AUTHOR’S 2ND AUTOBIOGRAPHY

27 APRIL 2020 BLOG 38

The sun set behind the garden’s tall trees. Mélina looked up at the orange and red sky. He folded the letter and returned it to the folder at the back of the book.

“I like many things.” said Mélina. “I do what makes me feel good.” She piled the books on his lap. “Sometimes, I do things at school that I’m not terribly fond of. I don’t like all the subjects we have to study at school. And there are things that I like to do more than others, and I must do them.”

Mélina crossed her legs on the bench. “Contrast.” said Mélina. He looked at the yellow finch perched on the tree branch hanging next to her. “Contrast. I can only know what I like by doing and experiencing many things. I love playing the piano, writing songs and singing. But I don’t want to do this all day long, all the time.”

The finch tweeted. Mélina looked at the bird. “It’s by doing other things that I come to learn about who I am.”

“Tweet, tweet.” tweeted the finch.

“Finch. One of the teachings Suzanne learns on her journey of self-discovery is, whoever has not known himself knows nothing, but he who has known himself has already understood the depth of all things…she read this in the book entitled Living Buddha, Living Christ by Thich Nhat Hanh.”

“Tweet, tweet.” tweeted the finch.

“I’m understanding that, in order to know myself, I am to be awakened to my essential nature, my consciousness. I must live in a surrendered state. Finch. I am the master of my awareness.”

“Tweet, tweet.” replied the finch yet again.

“What stands in the way of truly knowing myself?” Mélina looked at the finch. “No tweet?” The finch flew off into the sunset. He opened his journal and wrote:

Songbird

It’s a beautiful light.

Sunset on the trees.

The orange and the green.

A soft glow on the hill.

I stand here with myself,

The birds sing around me.

Songbird follow me,

Cheerful are your notes.

Sing out loud your song.

Off you go into the light.

Alone or in your group,

Aloud you sing your own tune.

Full of grace in the wind,

You swirl in the ray of the sun.

I gaze as you glide and spread my arms,

I run behind you with opened heart.

Hmm, Hmm, Songbird,

Whoa, Whoa, La, La.

Songbird follow me.

Cheerful are your notes.

La, La, La, La, Whoa, La, La.

Sing out loud your song.

Off you go into the light.

I sing for you,

Songbird I sing for you.

Hmm, La, La, La.

Hmm, La, La.

Sing out loud our song.

Off we go into the light.

Songbird I sing for you.