A Tale of Two birds

A Tale of two birds

Old Īśvara had a farm,

And on this farm He had a tree,

And on this tree there sat a bird,

With a coo coo here, and a coo coo there,

Here a coo, there a coo,

Everywhere coo coo!

This bird eats the berries,

Some are bitter, some are sweet.

Fluttering here, fluttering there,

Restless in its endless search.

Old Īśvara had a farm,

And on this farm He had a tree,

And on this tree there sat a jīva,

With a glub glub here,

and a glub glub there,

Here a glub, there a glub ,

Everywhere glub glub !

The jīva whines in sorrow,

The jīva whines in fear.

Forgetting its true nature,

It suffers birth after birth.

Old Īśvara had a farm,

And on this farm He had a tree,

And on this tree the jīva met the Guru,

And the jīva turned into a bhakta.

She asks, “Give me this, give me that,”

She prays in sorrow and distress.

She makes her bargains and deals

Slowly changes and seeks the truth

Old Īśvara had a farm,

And on this farm He had a tree,

And on this tree there sat the Witness,

With an Om Om here, and an Om Om there,

Here an Om, there an Om,

Everywhere Om Om!

This bird is the silent seer,

Witness of all without a blink.

The Guru removes the ignorance,

Revealing the true nature of Self

Old Īśvara had a farm,

And on this farm is all I see,

Every bird, each tree, each sound,

Everything is Īśvara.

Īśvara is the actor without any doing

Everything happens effortlessly

I am non separate from Īśvara.

The knower and the known are one

With an Om Om here, and an Om Om there,

Here an Om, there an Om,

Everywhere Om Om!

Based on Swamini Svatmavidyanandaji's satsang at home on Verses from Mundakopanishad.

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