[shivayoga] The Tame bird and the Caged Bird! ...

I wont waste any more time watching my FAV CHANEEL " Anaimal Planet"
and masai Mara.. but listen to the Squeqaks and Stutterings of a
Bird.. a Migratory bird that Flew from Ayodhya to Arkansa( ai am
obsessed with Arkansas.. as I think Ayodhya reincarnated as Arkansas)

Hmm..yes teh whislting of IDli.. i shall listen and eat her..

and feed her.. to Disfigure the shakthi.. and Say what
BOB Said in that Comedy sereis of BECKER To Chris..

ha haaaaaaa

--------------------------------hey Idli

I can tolerate on Stink or few stinks of a Swine.. but not 30 Stinks
of the same Swine,,

I need \Variety.. even in smellng the Farts

thats the only reason I baneed that swine..

Let him Say that He will not Fart more than 2 or 3 times ( allowance
for Yahoo)..

then I shall Edit his ANus that Farts
and bring him back again

Cow dung is very sacred . It has medicinal properties to. As
Varatti , the cow dung cakes are used as Anti septic! But bull shit
is bull shit ! So ignore the Bull shitters , Krishna 78!

Let me share a beautiful story by Tagore.

The *Tamre Bird' was in a cage, tHE 'free Bird' was in the forest.

They met when the time came. it was a decree of fate.

The free Bird cries "O my love, let us fly to the woods."
The cage bird whispers, "Come hither, let us both live in
the cage.

Says, The Free bird "Among Bars where is there room to spread one's
wings? ."

"Alas! Cries the Caged Bird " i should not know where to sit
perched
in the sky .?

The Free Bird cries," Sing the song of the woodlands."
The Caged Bird replies "Sit by my side, i'll teach you the speech
of the learned."

The Forest bird cries, "No !oh no!songs can never be taught."
The Cage bird says, "Alas for me, i know not the songs of the
woodlands."

Their love is intense with longing but they never can
fly wing to wing, through the bars of the cage they look, and vain
is
their wish to know each other.

THEY FLUTTER THEIR WINGS IN YEARNING, AND SING, "COME CLOSE, MY
LOVE."
The Free bird cries , "it cannot be, i fear the closed doors of
the cage,"
The Cage bird whispers, "Alas, my wings are powerless and dead."

Rabindranath Tagore (the Gardner)


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enjoy the story !