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O Bird Of Light

| Posted by Sumangali Morhall | Permanent Link | Music, Art, Poetry, Sri Chinmoy
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Soul Bird

One Of Sri Chinmoy's Soul-Birds

On a recent trip with Sri Chinmoy I was struck anew by the inner and outer beauty of his artwork. Every day he would draw many ‘Soul-Birds’, of which he has produced many millions over the years.

He draws quickly, usually with broad coloured pens, usually on paper, but sometimes on objects. At the end of each day we would often be treated to a display of the day's works. I was more amazed than ever by the variety of qualities the birds represent, as well as their movement. Some are brisk and playful, perhaps like young chicks ruffling their feathers. Others gaze or soar upwards with serene dignity. Some are soft and vulnerable; others almost leonine in their strength.

I kept looking again and again, astonished: my mind seeing only plain paper with just a few fibre-tip strokes, my heart seeing light and life, representing the whole gamut of spiritual experience.

It made me think how a true artist can describe so much with just a few strokes, just as a true poet conjures a world out of a handful of words. Because Sri Chinmoy draws directly from his own meditation, his art is light and simple, but with endless variety, boundless energy, and remarkable descriptive accuracy.

During that same trip Sri Chinmoy asked for singers who know one particular song to perform it. I have learned this song many times, losing words and notes over time, and revising again. I was very grateful for the opportunity to refresh my memory and sing this song in a group with others. Singing it is truly a meditation, and seems to echo the subtleties of Sri Chinmoy's visual art. Here is the English translation:

"One thought, one tune, one resonance-
Who calls me ever and anon?
I know not where I am.
I know not whither I shall go.
In dark amnesia,
Myself I buy, myself I sell.
All I break, again all I build.
All I hope to be mine, mine alone.
Alas, my heart is eclipsed
By dark and wild destruction-night.
O Bird of Light, O Bird of Light,
With your glowing and flowing flames
Do enter into my heart once again.
You are calling me to climb up
And fly into the blue.
But how can I?
My heart is in prison,
In the strangled breath of a tiny room.
O Bird of Light, O Bird of Light,
O Bird of Light Supreme.
In me, I pray, keep not an iota of gloom."
- Sri Chinmoy
(From My Flute)

Comments

2007-02-25 05:23 AM | Posted by Sumangali Morhall | /Members/sumangali
Thanks for this interesting fact, John-Paul. I didn't know leonine had a poetic meaning. I liked the word anyway because it is poetic in itself and is so descriptive, but now I like it even more.

Sumangali
2007-02-22 09:04 PM | Posted by John Gillespie | /Members/john_gillespie/blog
Gosh—a truly ‘leonine’ post!

Serendipitously, it seems that leonine has a meaning other than “of or resembling a lion.”

Leonine: Latin or French verse in which the last word in the line rhymes with the word just before the caesura (as in “gloria factorum temere conceditus horum”). Such rhymes were already referred to as rime leonine in the anonymous 12th-century romance Guillaume d'Angleterre. A later tradition imputes their invention to a 12th-century Parisian canon and Latin poet named Leonius.

Another example of leonine verse would be “I'm not a poet and I know it,” or “Great Balaram escaped an early tomb by entering a second mother’s womb.” from Krishna's Supreme Love.

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