"There is a bird on this body tree" poem by Kabir, paintings by Kathryn Oliver

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A collage of my paintings set to poetry and music.

There is a bird on this body tree
That dances in the ecstasy of life.
No one knows where it is,
And who could ever know
What its music means?

It nests where branches cast deep shadow;
It comes in the dusk and flies away at dawn
And never says a word of what it intends.

No one can tell me anything
About this bird that sings in my blood.
It isn’t colored or colorless;
It doesn’t have a form, or outline;
It sits always in the shadow of love.

It lives within the Unreachable, the Boundless, the Eternal
And no one can tell when it comes or when it goes.

Kabir says, “Fellow seeker,
The mystery of this birdIs marvelous and profound.
Be wise; struggle to know
Where this bird comes to rest.”

- 15c mystic poet and saint Kabir

Narrated by Samaneri Jayasāra - Wisdom of the Masters:    / samanerijayasara