POSTCARD #29 Delhi: Large birds of prey slowly circling above; they make a sound like the mewing of cats. I’m on the roof terrace, watching them. They’ve seen something and I’m curious to see if I’ll witness the dramatic plunge to Earth to catch the prey. Reminds me of a time I was in Pondicherry, South India, walking through a quiet district in the French-speaking Tamil part of town. Not much going on, turn a corner and on the other side of the path there’s this mother hen fussing around agitatedly with her brood of little chicks: chee-eep, cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep. And the hen is making loud cluck-cluck, cluck-cluck noises, strutting around, strangely fast, unusual body movements; it was like a dance – didn’t look right somehow. The mother hen was dashing about and jumping backwards and forewards and the little chicks were falling over themselves trying to keep up with her. Wow, what is going on here? I stopped to watch.
Then suddenly there was this huge SWOOP down from above. A movement of the air and a large bird of prey with outstretched talons ‘falling’ from sky to earth in a great wide arc; at its widest point, so near to the ground, going at a tremendous speed. I saw it further down the road sailing back upwards in the momentum of its fall, and up in this large curve then winging it’s way back into the higher altitudes. Amazing… an almost silent whoosh of feathers and outstretched talons just in front of me. But it missed the target! It didn’t get what it was after, the mother hen had saved the chicks with her strange dance. And it’s possible that my being there, having just turned around the corner at exactly the right instant, had caused the bird of prey to misjudge the distance to its target; the kamma of the moment – a fortunate turn of events for these cute little chicks. Mother hen and her happy brood went on with their day: cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep, cheep… story with happy ending.
It really cheered me up – the feeling that everything is right in the world! It helped me a lot too with a problem I was having with an irate person in the office who’d gotten the idea that I was at fault concerning something I’ll not go into right now. Not easy but it only lasted a short time. She was wrong, and I was completely sure about that but there was no hope of convincing her; so it was just a case of dodging the angry remarks fired at me like heat-seeking missiles. The strange thing about this was, the missiles were not hitting the intended target. It was intense but I was not emotionally harmed. I was able to see what was going on and be one step removed – not unaffected by it of course – but the fierce eyes, the anger, the voice did not cause injury: the missile misses its aim and all that’s felt is the wind of it as it goes by.
So I was feeling a bit like the little chicks who escaped the sharp talons of the Great Bird of Prey. My mind was transparent, a large empty space; nothing there – no target. Just this freshness, clear comprehension, and seeing with alertness, yet detached from it, knowing it’s Mind that’s the real threat. It’s understood in a moment and after that the system does it by itself; it’s not a ‘mine field’, it’s a mind field. When I think of it now and see these birds of prey suspended in the air, they’re harmless. When I’m not thinking about the threat, it’s not there. The birds hold my attention, their patient observing …
‘Mindfulness is what keeps the perspective of appropriate attention in mind. Modern psychological research has shown that attention comes in discrete moments. You can be attentive to something for only a very short period of time and then you have to remind yourself, moment after moment, to return to it if you want to keep on being attentive. In other words, continuous attention—the type that can observe things over time—has to be stitched together from short intervals. This is what mindfulness is for. It keeps the object of your attention and the purpose of your attention in mind.’ [Thanissaro Bhikkhu, ‘Mindfulness Defined‘]
There is something about the great birds that seems to let us soar with them above the pettiness of our normal mindset, isn’t there?
Yes, I know what you mean and remember the dramatic pictures of the Kite in your recent post: To have and to hold. Where we are there are often many of them circling the park next door, often in pairs. I’m thinking ‘supernatural’ like Tolkein’s Wraiths…
My friend and I made that same comparison, oddly enough… though the wraiths are portrayed as evil, where the birds seem to lift us with them..
Interesting point, ‘evil’ is somehow an applied thing. The birds of prey look like they do because of their wingspan and aerodynamic forms.
I agree… evil and good are based only on perception. Without the seemingly evil, much that is good could not occur.
The birds are just perfect on their design for function… which makes them incredibly beautiful to me… though no doubt their prey might see them otherwise!
Thanks. Your posts always help me “stitch” my short intervals of mindfulness closer together……
Interesting, the intervals are stitched together… an incredible patchwork quilt of scenes from our whole life. Thanks for this nice comment
Amazing and Thank you… @ ^_^
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Thank you for your visit and these kind words, please come again
You helped me to remember a similar experience or epiphany of mine last year:http://lifeasimprov.com/?s=the+punches+go+right+through&submit=Search
Sometimes I need reminding if I get triggered into a reaction…The missiles cannot land if they can only fall through space. Wonderful sharing – thank you!
I’m so glad and I need reminding too. Your link; ‘if there is nothing anywhere to be hit, nothing can land.’ This is it! Sometimes we have the nobody-at-home situation… also a wonderful Moojie moment: The mind is only small-talk, leave it alone. Thank you for this…
a reminder of letting go and just being is why I turned the corner and walked in here
within your thoughts….perfect timing…..and I Thank you for this reminder…
Hope all is well in your part of the world….
Take Care…You Matter…
and thanks for dropping in to tell me this, also for these kind words…
love this, the beautiful soaring black kite, the words, the comments from your followers, thank you!
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