Take a tale
of the dexterous bird – I’d like to tell it over again.
The dexterous bird. She
can fly and glide, she can sing and twit; she can walk and run, she can perch
and hang with her claws, she may suckle the juice from the fruit or munch the
leaf from the tree… the dexterous bird lives a life for two. She has an
intestine and a womb – so, she feeds for two. She carries a baby and a bank of
seeds – so she feeds her kids from what she eats and also plants from it. She looks
like a rat and a dog, but she is not, she looks like a bird but births her
children as mammals… The dexterous bird woke under the dews of a strange
morning and wondered – why exactly she exits. She wonders if life was worth
living – having many gifts and no work. Three men soon come knocking with
wonder too – ‘what bird builds house in crevices?’. She replies, “I have learnt
how to live when trees fall”. The other visitor asks – ‘You, a bird plant a
farm of food and grains?’. She replies, “I have learnt that branches bring my
grain, but many eat food and not seeds. So, I learn to eat and plant both food
and grain.”. Then the third speaks, “We are the chiefs of the forest, we have
ever thought all bats are mediocre but we have seen one who lives both for
herself and others. Come, be the mother of all markets and trades, and not even
the king shall pluck a grain when you say nay. Your children and you shall live
on free things in food and materials. For even our trees that grew when no
farmers worked were the seeds from your feces… The dexterous bird looks up and
tells herself, “so, my gifts are worth living for…”
If there be
anything that confuses most prospective minds in life, then it is often the
question of “what to live for”. Why in this world should you ever forget those
things at hand to seek things gloomy and unseen – keeping your head bugled and
mind disturbed. Look into your hands, that which you do like a way of life,
that which you do and never wondered or get surprised how they worked – they
are the virtues the world seeks to pay all they could for, if they found.
Note that it is never a crime that you are capable of many things – it is only a sign that you can do one thing that is a mother of all. You may only need to sit and ask yourself how all your branches of gifts will fruit a kind of food that can feed the world. You are who our world needs today.
You were not
a machine without a manual. You were made already with what you’d be and
become. Look into your hands, and there lies your paths out of poverty and
confusion.