Thursday, December 01, 2005

Marvellous moshol

"Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colourful, marvellous feathers. In short, he was a creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.
One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two travelled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.
But then she thought: He might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird's ability to fly.
And she felt alone.
And she thought: "I'm going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again."
The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.
She looked at the bird every day. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends, who said: "Now you have everything you could possibly want." However, a strange transformation began to take place: now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest. The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feathers to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid him any attention, except by feeding him and cleaning out his cage.
One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds.
If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realised that what thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.
Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. "Why have you come? she asked Death. "So that you can fly once more with him across the sky." Death replied. "If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again"."
(thanks to Paulo Coelho)

17 Comments:

At 12/01/2005 1:10 AM, Blogger The Rabbi's Kid said...

The book itself is highly erotic, but there is one other gem I'd like to quote:

"Money! A special piece of paper, decorated in sombre colours, which everyone agreed was worth something, until you took a pile of paper to the bank and asked "Could I buy back a few hours of my life?" "No madam, we don't sell, we only buy"."

 
At 12/01/2005 6:45 AM, Blogger Hayim said...

tell us please : are you the bird?

 
At 12/01/2005 6:49 AM, Blogger The Rabbi's Kid said...

we all might be

 
At 12/01/2005 7:13 AM, Blogger Littleredridinghoodie said...

Shivers...

Tonight is Rosh Chodesh...

Let us all spread our wings and "Rise and Enter" it is a time for forgiveness (couldn't have come at a better time - for me anyways) Yaale Viyavoh.

Light a candle at shkiah or after and pray, it is eit ratzon...

Tehilim: #150

Sing and soar

 
At 12/01/2005 7:26 AM, Blogger Littleredridinghoodie said...

Maybe if we all prayed, really really hard we could light the Menorah this year in the real Beith Hamikdash and whitness techiat hameitim.

Putting an end to death for once and for all.

 
At 12/01/2005 7:44 AM, Blogger Littleredridinghoodie said...

Oh, one more thing, sometimes we forget that we are on a higher level than the angels...

Lets pray that we are worthy for all the kadosh angels to carry us (the children of the king)and wrap us in the warmth and protection of their wings where ever we have to go...

Chodesh Tov!

 
At 12/01/2005 8:00 AM, Blogger Masmida said...

another mashal:

Once upon a time there was a bird with bright, flashing wings who danced through the clouds all the days of his life, making children laugh and old people smile as he flew through the blue open sky.

Every day, the bird would perch on the windowsill and the woman would come and greet him, smiling. She laughed as he preened and flashed his beautiful wings. She left food for him every day and watched longing as every evening he flew away into the blue open sky.

One day, a little before sunset, the bird perched on the windowsill but the woman didn't notice. She stood there lost in thought with a small secret smile on her face. The bird pecked at the window pane and the woman looked up, startled, and then smiled at him. The bird flew away, slightly disconcerted, into the blue open sky.

Every day the woman grew more and more distracted, eventhough she still smiled at the bird whenever he came.

One day, a little before sunset, the bird perched at the windowsill and heard the mummerings of two voices, one light, one deep. He pecked, no answer. He pecked again. no answer. He pecked harder and then the low whispers paused as the woman turned to look at the window. "oh, I forgot to put out food for the little bird!" she said.

and then the bird flew away into the black empty sky.

 
At 12/01/2005 9:53 AM, Blogger FrumGirl said...

This makes me sad. I wonder who I feel like more, the bird or the bird.

 
At 12/01/2005 1:45 PM, Blogger ClooJew said...

Um, a moshol to marriage is it???

 
At 12/01/2005 2:09 PM, Blogger Elster said...

Jeez Cloo: Morbid much are we?

And yes, I know you are joking.

 
At 12/01/2005 9:03 PM, Blogger dietgarage said...

i like to tell people when they teach me something of affect me by conveying something someone else wrote or said.
thank you.

 
At 12/03/2005 3:20 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I think Hillel wrote a less poetic version of that story when he wrote about the "gilgolet" in the Pirkei Avot...

 
At 12/03/2005 8:11 PM, Blogger Mata Hari said...

so perhaps if he had done a better job of expressing his feelings for her and made her feel more secure, she wouldn't have needed to lock him in a cage...

 
At 12/04/2005 5:46 AM, Anonymous Chai said...

I agree with MH. She wouldn't have felt the need to trap him if she would have known that he would keep coming back...
If only love wasn't made up of complex games, that no one really wants to play... If only we weren't so afraid to express our feelings openly... If only we didn't wait until it was too late...

 
At 12/04/2005 7:23 AM, Blogger Mata Hari said...

hi chai. seems we always agree :)

 
At 12/04/2005 9:44 AM, Anonymous Chai said...

Great minds think alike...





(and I'll save the next poster from posting the inevitable 'fools never differ'...)

 
At 12/09/2005 2:40 AM, Blogger -y- said...

hadn't thought of paulo coehlo in years... thanks... (and thanks, i decided after some thinking time that i was, in fact, back... )

 

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