Remember the Sun, Look Up -

Once upon a time,

there was a bird.

It flew and flew for a long time, over great distances, over lakes, mountains and forests, over deserts, countries and valleys, over vast oceans and across mighty fields of thought...

One day, as it was flying over a field of thought, it looked down and saw a little girl playing in the sand. She was throwing up thoughts, bright blue and yellow thoughts, the way children throw up ribbons and balls. And when the thoughts would go into the air, they would take up wings and fly high into the sky, so high that the bird could not see the height into which they soared...

And then, one by one, they would begin to fly back down again to the girl. Upon their descent, the bird would see that the thoughts were bigger, brighter, more beautiful. And they all bore a crown on their heads.

By the time they got down to the girl, she had grown into a woman, a young and beautiful woman with a silent sorrow on her face, a deep question in her eyes, a lovely innocent yet knowing smile upon her lips. For in the period in which her thoughts had flown to heaven, many men and women had loved and left her. Some had loved her too little and some had loved her too much. But none had loved her enough. Now she stood there with the universal question in her heart. The search for her destiny.

A song. Beautiful was the song that came out of the bird, descended down with the woman's returning thoughts. One by one, her thoughts alighted on her breast, folded their wings around her like in an embrace and dissolved into her. As each thought dissolved into her, her eyes became brighter, the sadness upon her features faded away, little by little, the question gradually disappeared, and she gradually grew bigger ... until the last thought had returned back into her, and she stood there, tall, pretty, mature, clear.

Then did she hear the song... the song of the bird... it pierced her heart like a bird's beak penetrating into the heart of a honey flower and told her wild and gentle stories of things forgotten and remembered. Like the sunflower her heart exploded open and she looked up...

And she saw the sun.

And while she revelled in the sight of the sun, for she had never noticed the sun before, the bird flapped it's wings again and flew on, flew away. And by the time the woman, filled with the sun, looked around in the sky for the source of the lovely song that awakened her to the sun..., the bird was long gone.

Once upon a time, there was a bird... and on and on it flew, over fields of thought and gentle growth. Simple is her song: remember the sun, look up -