High up in the azure sky lived a mighty bird
It drank manna from heavens, no touch with the world
Had its birdy work to do so did lay an egg
The egg was laid so high above no tree or nest to leg
So it fell down, so high up, took a long long time
Falling, friction warmed it up it hatched in no time
Chick came out falling head down soon grew its wings
Saw earth closing on and realized death coming
Wisdom flashed, with an instant snap wings carried it up
Flew its way to mother with it to manna sup
Ramas, Krishnas, Buddhas and Christs, such birds are they
Born free they come to earth to show us the high way
We who think were puny birds we too can rise so high
Every worm looks up, evolves and sups manna in high sky
26/5/2002; Direct into computer
57. Under the banyan
Young girl teaches the old man
Silence drown all noise
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