A bird sings because he has a song, not because he has an answer.
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by Paulo Coelho on September 21, 2009
A bird sings because he has a song, not because he has an answer.
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a bird sings to express itself just like we human beings. we sing to express ourselves. but it does not mean we know everything. just by expressing oneself is enough to give a good vibes among others. so does the birds as it sings it brings a nice feeling to its listener
Way of the Bow. JAPAN – „Land of The Rising Sun”.
The Children’s Peace Monument (located in Hiroshima Peace Memorial Park) – a monument for peace to commemorate Sadako Sasaki and the thousands of child victims of the atomic bombing of Hiroshima. Little Sadako is immortalized at the top of the statue. She holds the golden CRANE. Around the statue there are thousands of origami cranes…At the base of the monument is a black marble slab on which is inscribed the following:
“This is our cry, this is our prayer: peace in the world.”
Isn’t that a song of the birds?
And if heard more than a melody… If we heard melody and lyrics… We probably would pray with the birds.
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“I still pray but it’s something automatic (…) Because I’ve suffered, and God didn’t listen to my prayers. because many times in my life I have tried to love with all my heart, and my love has wound up being” /Paulo Coelho/
“In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God…” /John 1:1-5/
If we believe that life is a wonderful melody and it doesn’t matter what the lyrics are, probably GOD do the same – HE listens to the ‘melody’, not to our lyrics (not to the words, not to our prayers)… WORDS (and thoughts) have the magnificent power – our words and thoughts affect our life.
With Love,
Ilva
I wanted to sing You all a song, but the video didn’t work right now. I will try once again tomorrow.
Goodnight,
Liina
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhaRjc8XIvY&feature=player_embedded#t=109
Nightingale.
LOVE,
Thelma xxx
Blessings..
and night night! [goodnight xxx]
These songs are beautiful! Thank you mamma Thelma and Swanie! :D
Especially the sound of the birds, so sweet!!
xxoo
would be, could be, should be
back to basics
BE
free
as a bumblebee
http://www.youtube;com/watch?v=uZHE9b1WDuM … :-)
Lots of love,
Vicky
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZHE9b1WDuM
Thank you Paulo!
for a great quote this week…
and I leave you with the kookaburra bird song ;o)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xum54hLRXrk&feature=related
Catherine, That isn’t a Kookaburra. They “laugh” much louder than that. Especially if you stumble over a tree branch in the forest.
Here is a photo of one I met once. He was such a joker, he left a “gift” in my helmet! :-D
With love, Daniel
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How odd..
I would agree with both Darshan and Carolyn
yet at first their points seem to ‘contradict’..
perhaps that is good why there are many birdsongs ;o)
..so why so many contradictions ?
perhaps it is the purpose of so much diversity and ergo, different birds with many melodies… to ensure that the song is sung and the search for our answer never forgotten.
I will give my interpretation if it. Tell me if it’s write.
POULO COELHO WRITES BECAUSE HE GETS FINE THOUGHTS IN THE MIND. DON’T CONFUSE HIM FOR GOD BY HIS MIRACULOUS WRITING AND SEEK ALL ANSWERS FROM HIM.
Something like it??
yeah we’re all little birds singing without to much thought of the song-hmmmm…sorry….i think it’s true!
“The Apple tree
never asks
the beech
how he shall grow;
nor the lion,
the horse,
how he shall
take his prey.”
…….. William Blake [proverbs of hell]
Lovely. Thx
there ain’t gonna be answer.there ain’t gonna be any answer.there never has been any answer.that’s the answer.Gertrud Stein
“A rose is a rose is a rose.” Gertrude Stein
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Not that easy to understand…It’s for Daniel, and I’m telling him about an interview I saw by Mel Gibson…who talked about the National Anthem in Australia.. and that Mel himself, prefers Waltzing Mathilda, and wanted everybody to sing it!
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Love to see you!!!
:)
How lovely. You such a happy person.
Thank you
Love
Alexandra
Wouaahh!…o) I did not imagine you as it… It’s great! ;-)
You have cheerful voice, I like it. Thank you for small song !
Light & Love
yes heart.. lovely to see you! I shall rather call you Hope.. because your smiling face shines with this light ;o) nice to see/meet you! xxxx
Cher Maitre et les guerrieres de la lumiere,
Le dernier quotte et celle la m’ont fait beaucoup réfléchir, comment toute les autres bien sur, mais d’une façon plus particulier car il y en a dedans un contexte que fais me questionner a ma vie personnelle.
Je suis et j’étais toujours passionnée par la musique et je confesse que sans la musique peut être je n’aurais pas m’en sorti de la tempête de la même façon… pendant le derniers temps les plus difficiles j’étais presque la plus parte du temps en écoutant de la musique, et comment j’ai dit ça m’ai énormément aidée.
Pour moi la musique c’est comme le poème, comment tes messages ou les commentaires de ce site, ça nourris mon âme, d’amour, des belles choses. Je ne cherche pas dans la musique une réponse, au contraire la musique m’apporte un dans état que permettre d’exprimer les sentiments de mon âme, et quand je chante, ou je lis de lyrics, ça me fais détendre, ça me permettre de libérer une énergie que je ne peux pas développer dans la pratique, mais que je n’arrive pas a tenir dedans mon cœur, donc il vaut mieux que je travaille cette énergie d’une façon ou d’autre, c’est l’énergie de l’amour quand j’écoute la musique.
Le fait que mon amour ne puisse pas se réaliser dans la réalité ne fais pas qu’il disparaitre dedans mon cœur. J’accepte la réalité telle qu’elle est. Mais j’ai une âme qu’a besoin d’amour, de tout ce qu’est beau, qu’exprime l’amour… la musique me mets dans l’état de l’amour, qui n’attends plus des réponses, mais a besoin de s’exprimer d’une façon… je ne vis pas dans des illusions, quand je rêve, même que ma tête et mon cœur soit dans les étoiles filantes dans le ciel, mes pieds marchent par terre… ce que ça fait que je puisse accepter la réalité comme la vie m’amène…je peux rêver avec l’amour d’une personne mais je ne imposera que ça soit réciproque. Comme la quotte de la dernière semaine disais, on peut pas perdre quelqu’un car nous ne possédons personne.. je suis d’accord, et a mon avis nous ne pouvons pas non plus laisser d’aimer une personne parce qu’elle ne nous aime pas… ça viens avec le temps… et jusqu’à le moment de rencontrer une personne qui je pourrai vivre mon amour dans la réalité, je me laisse entendre le blackbird que exprime mon cœur et mon âme d’une certaine façon, sans faire du mal ni manquer de respect a personne, en respectant mes sentiments, mais aussi la liberté de mon prochain…
Tres bon week a tous !!
Dieu vos bénisse…
Mon amour mon respect et ma gratitude…
Ca
Dear Master and the good people of WOL,
The last quotte and the one made me think deeply, how any other course, but in a more special because there are within a context that make me question my life has.
I am and I was always passionate about music and I confess that without the music can be I could not get out of the storm the same way … for the last time I was almost more difficult, all the time i was listening to music, and how the love, the music helped me enormously.
To me music is like the poem, how your messages or comments about this website, it fed my soul, love, beautiful things. I do not seek in music an answer, instead the music brings me in a state that can express the feelings of my soul, and when I sing, I read the lyrics, it make me relax, it let me to release energy that maybe I can not develop in practice, but I can not hold inside my heart, so it is better that I work this energy in one way or another, is the power of love when I listen to music.
The fact that my love cannot be achieved in reality does not make it disappear inside my heart. I accept reality as it is. But my soul a need love, of beautiful, expressed love, music … I put in the state of love, who don’t expect more answers, but needs to express themselves in a way … I don’t live in illusions, when I dream, even my head and my heart is in the shooting stars in the sky, my feet walk the ground … does that make I can accept reality as life brings me … I can dream of love with someone but I don’t require that it be reciprocal. As quotte the last week saying we can not lose someone because we do not have one .. I agree, and I think we can not leave to love someone because they do not like us … it came with the time … until the moment of meeting someone who I can I love living in reality, I suggest the blackbird that expresses my heart and my soul somehow, without doing harm or disrespect a person, respecting my feelings, but also the freedom of my next …
Have a nice week a tous!
God bless you all …
My love, my respect and gratitude …
Ca
Sorry but mon english is very bad, I’m dont sure is possible understand but I TRY!!:)
Great post in French and English! I like what you say “The fact that my love cannot be achieved in reality does not make it disappear inside my heart.” “I suggest the blackbird that expresses my heart and my soul somehow, without doing harm or disrespect a person, respecting my feelings”
Have a nice week too, Ca! Thanks for the insight.
Thank you very much Nancy! I write on this site with my heart. I’m glad you could understand the English translation (thank you Google translate;)) …
All the best for you and all good people of WOL!
Love,
Ca
Ca…j’aime beaucoup votre intérieur ! Merci de ton post…il me fait réfléchir aussi ! :o)
Lumière et Amour,
[edit] Chunosuke Matsuyama
In 1784 Chunosuke Matsuyama, a Japanese seaman, and forty-three companions set out in search for a treasure buried on a Pacific island. But a storm came up; high waves almost turned the small ship over and the sails were ripped. Finally the wind blew the battered craft onto a coral reef. Matsuyama and the other crew members jumped out and waded ashore. They considered themselves lucky to have escaped, but after the storm blew itself out the next day, Matsuyama and his friends realized it had uprooted palm trees and except for a few coconuts there was nothing to eat. They survived on small crabs for some time, but there was no fresh water to drink. Matsuyama watched his friends die one by one and realized none of them, including himself, would ever see their families or home again.
He decided to send a message. He found a bottle from the wreckage of his ship. Then using a knife he always had strapped to his waist, he cut thin pieces of wood from a fallen coconut tree. He carved a message carefully – the story of what had happened to him and his shipmates, sealed it in the bottle and threw it into the sea.
In 1935, a century and a half later, the bottle washed ashore and was found by a Japanese seaweed collector. The place where the bottle came ashore was the village of Hiraturemura, the birthplace of Chunosuke Matsuyama.
Wow! That is amazing! Some stories don’t have happy endings, but that doesn’t mean that they can’t still be deeply meaningful.
In our town, next to the library, buried under the cement of the sidewalk is a time capsule. It was placed there the year after I graduated from high school. I don’t know what is in it, because I didn’t attend the ceremony – by then, I was long gone from this town where I grew up. It is, however, a great source of fascination for my daughter. On the lid is a message printed: to be opened in 2036. She plans to be there when that lid is lifted, because she can’t wait to see what lies within it.
I try to imagine, if I were to send something into the future – either an object or a written message for future generations – what would it be? What would my life, my tiny island, have to offer that would be of value or of meaning to people living fifty or a hundred years from now?
That sailor: just the fact that he lived with purpose (a sense of direction, a destination he sought to reach) and that he struggled, even after others had given up. That alone seems deeply meaningful in itself. He continued to struggle, even when he knew that he had lost. He wrote that message, not because he thought it would save him, but just to have the story of their struggle told. The struggle in itself is meaningful.
A few days ago, my daughter and I were watching a video on Pompeii. I was trying to explain to her the archeological significance of the site – how, uniquely, it serves as a sort of frozen snapshot of the culture and the people. I said, “Imagine if something were to happen – some magical thing – that caused us, our house, and everything in it, to be frozen just as we are: you, sitting there, holding your pencil; the dog over there, asleep on the floor, my glass of water before me on the table – everything in this room preserved just as it is. What do you think people would conclude about our lives? What could they learn about us from this picture?”
The thing which struck me most about the video we watched on Pompeii was this standing soldier – a sentinel, standing frozen for all eternity, in front of the door which it was his duty to guard. He did not succeed in his post, not really. He couldn’t stop the flow of lava from overtaking his village, he couldn’t prevent the ash from falling. He couldn’t protect the lives of those inside that building, but he wasn’t caught running either. He was standing, firm, stock-still in front of that door. Like the Japanese sailor, Matsuyama, in this way his life has meaning, even in death.
http://www.victorianweb.org/painting/poynter/paintings/7.jpg
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Sadly, I (as my case was in the video) I can not hear You.
But there is a benefit. I SEE You. Lol
:)
I hope Suphi helps us to fix it.
Love,
Liina
Dear Alexandra,
I believe you forgot to enable your microphone. If you tell me your operating system (like WindowsXP, or Vista, or MacOSX), and what kinda equipment you have, I can help.
Email-me : arrariv@gmail.com
Love,
Suphi
lovely to see you Alexandra!
And sometimes the bird has a dream realises it is never too late to follow it…
http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=55732145
perfect example…
thank you!
and, illustrating the stereotypes held by society where sexuality is concerned… and how spirituality overcame …
she “is the darkness that must come out of light”
Gracias!!!
Sus Libros me han ayudado mucho!!!
Me estoy divorciando ha sido una situación
muy desagradable como para volverse loco
porque seguimos viviendo bajo el mismo techo.
Yo habia comprado El Alquimista hace muchos años
y por fin lo leí, me dio tanta paz y tranquilidad
en los momentos más difíciles cuando el dolor y la tristeza se apoderan de ti, que piensas que no puedes más.
Otro libro que me encanto fué A orillas del río Piedra me senté
y lloré, de verdad lo felicito tiene un don para la escritura
Creo que ha sido de gran ayuda para millones de personas
Gracias!
I know a true story about a little bird that actually did give an answer to a question to a little girl a long time ago…
but it will remain unspoken here…
it’s my mum’s story and tune to twitter ;o) x
O.K.
So my mother had been ill; but after a few days and feeling better, she went off to see her aunt in the next village.
“Aunty, I’ve been ill” my mother, Paula, told her aunt.
“I Know” replied my mum’s aunt.
“How Do you know that!?” said a surprised young Paula.
“Oh, a little birdie told me”.. smiled mum’s aunt.
My mum paused to ponder how this could of indeed have been possible..
but then remembered that there Had Indeed Been
a little bird sitting at the window of her bedroom…
“It must have been the robin who told you” cried out Paula.
;o) xx
Dear Paul,
thank you i am new on the blog and sometimes i don’t get eveything by the first time, english is not my mother language.
With Love
Maria-Dove
the bird sings once more
and so the Phoenix rose from the ashes
By speaking about bird…
The phénix, or phœnix (of ancient Greek φοῖνιξ / phoinix), represents a wonderful bird, gifted with longevity and characterized by its power to come back to life having been burning under the influence of its own warmth. It represents so the cycles of death and resurrection.(source Wikipedia)
Не по теме, но по всем сразу:
Пауло, СПАСИБО!
За Ваш труд, за Ваши книги. В них я нашла ответы на многие мои вопросы. Это помогает жить и искать!
Спасибо большое.Thank you.
Наташа из России.
this quote somehow liberated me…
thanks+love
beautifully said…there are millions of moments in this life we cant narratively express our feelings and thoughts. at so many times there are no ready answer to the things happening around us. but inside we feel and touch the things that word cant touch and even in combined form they cant say what and how we feel. all sorts of tunes constantly play inside us which in fact makes us human
I wish i can sing in tune with NATURE as birds do ;)..I love the sound of birds singing..In my forest retreat away from the concrete jungle back in my homeland, the nightbirds sing you to sleep and before the sun rise, the morning birds wake you up gently with their orchestra.. REALLY AWESOME!!..
I think, they sing because they have songs and most of all they have no questions but they have answers…they have wisdom from Nature.. ;)
Regarding bird… I love this song and I liked to share it with you.
http://www.justsomelyrics.com/583615/Anita-Lipnicka-&-John-Porter-Strange-Bird-Lyrics
exquisite lyrics. thankyou for sharing the song here ;o)
OK, i didin’t get it the first time. Sorry!
A bird sing because it just wants to express itself. It could be a song, it could be a story, it could even be an answer… No body know to which question…Sounds will may be just interrupt the dark of the silence… The dark of the deep thoughts…The bird is a witness of too many crimes committed by man beings, of too many unfair affairs…May be it sings to relieve the hearts of suffering humans or just praying god to punish evils…No body knows? hearing its song could be a relief to some but a curse to others…
xx Tata xxx
very well put. simple and respectful. rhythm is divine and all holds a song,piece.diane
What is there this morning for me as I read this quote is that the bird “lives”. He does not think of not having food, water. He does not doubt. He just “is” and does not even question, doubt, fear since he has inside him that certainty that he will be provided when needed, when the need is there, taking what is there and if not, knowing that he has the ability given by his Creator to fly to it. In the Scriptures, it is said that we should not doubt of God’s generosity or presence for our needs, like the bird that knows that nature will provide. That attitude of the bird that sings is the attitude that I wish to develop … faith, living the present moment, even hard moments in singing my faith, assurance that my Creator knows exactly what is there for me and is taking care of me, and sing with that certitude that “now” something is happening.
I am going more and more after many years of walking my path to attaining and maintaining balance between rational and irrational. I used to ask, and ask, think and think, search for answers, not feeling at peace until I had a sign, an answer, and all that time, I forgot to “live”, to “sing”. Until I got the answer, I was obsessed with the matter, the fear, the need, the doubt. No song there, no melody … Today, I understand more and more that I need to let go, “sing”, and that all is there in me, in relation to the Universe, that all will come at the time it has to come. My rational mind is less dominant, less trying to do it all by itself, letting my soul, my irrational come and express the melody that needs to be heard, noted and sang.
Like I say, I am looking for balance. Stop the rational mind take all the power over the irrational, and not letting the irrational, the emotional take over the rational. In the union of both, the collaboration of both, the marriage of both forces I can “sing”. Whereas when one took power over the other, the melody is … heavy metal!
Cordially, Jojo.
Thanks Jojo! Beautifully put. I do prefer the term “idealist” over irrational though! :-)
With love, Daniel
“I’m going to rock with you …” :-) Jojo
jeje
Let’s just say
I know because
a little bird told me.
http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/a_little_bird_told_me
Hahaha ! I like so much this expression ;-) Thank you Catherine for explains.
Light & Love
..
the answer is blowin’ in the wind anyway ;o) x
ahaaaaaaaaa.
yes… now it does.
i was confused a little.
since i’m sure you’d know well the blog tools ;o)
… thanks for the comment…
in reply, i’d say..
if i’m shining bright
mostly it is because i am a mirror ;o)
A BIRD SING BECAUSE WE ONLY HEAR THE SONG,WE DO NOT KNOW HOW TO LISTEN. That is why we think he has no answer!
‘and there would be more peace and harmony in the world if we all sang the same song’ and listened more carefully to the lyrics.
I’m glad you said this ;o)
Thankx
;o)
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