The white dove, symbol of peace, will not land on a grasping hand. Everyone is chasing after the blue bird of happiness. Hunting the elusive blue bird of happiness, we realize if you succeed in capturing it you cannot imprisoned it. The happiness soon diminishes and dies and you are off on safari again. Happiness needs to be let free for everyone’s pleasure. There is not much rest for a person obsessed with desire always wanting pleasure and happiness. Pleasures are fleeting the only joy is in being free and sharing.
To have the pure white dove alight on your open hand is a truly worthwhile goal in life. The line between these metaphors and actual reality merges. An open hand like an open heart brings peace and contentment. Relaxed, calm and tranquil not wanting to possess offering a welcoming open helpful hand. I have found birds and most creatures sense danger and recognize kindness. With time and patience we can create peace around us. To quote Confucius “One step is the beginning of a thousand mile journey”. Opening our hand and our hearts brings us one step closer to a world of peace.
The blue bird sings for our happiness and we should recognize the power of a song. I am occasionally over taken by a negative frame of mind. To be mindful of our thoughts is the first step in the process of correcting unhelpful thoughts. The way to peace and contentment is to control unsavory thoughts that arise in our mind. For a quick short-term fix I use music. To cure the blues, I may get Fleetwood Mac to give Doctor Brown a call, he is that loving man if Doctor Brown doesn’t cure you, nobody can do you no good. With Credence Clearwater Revival and Jeremiah the bullfrog it is joy to the world all the boys and girls, joy to the fishes in the deep blue sea, joy to you and me.
I call some songs mood music depending on the mood I want to encourage. I may want recovery music if I am fatigued or get-up-and–go music if I am lethargic. I have music that inspires me. According to Doctor Brown with music you don’t need any prescriptions you don’t have to pay no bills. You can choose the music that presses your buttons, we all have different tastes. Music can temporarily alleviate minor upsets. For prolonged peace and contentment it takes meditation practice. This is the aim of meditation to calm and gain control of the mind. Thoughts can invade our minds arising from conscious sensory input and also subliminal causes. Thoughts precede actions repeated actions, become habits that form our character. Understanding basic things that govern our life are often overlooked in the frantic hunt for, the passing blue bird, the fleeting pleasure of possessing.
A long time ago a million years it seems. The best things in life were free. But no one appreciated a sky that was always blue. And no one congratulated a moon that was always new. So it was planned that they would vanish now and then. And we must pay before we get them back again. That’s what storms were made for and you should not be afraid for, that is the beginning of an old song that helps me appreciate what a wonderful world it is. Although it is not always as we would like it to be. But every time it rains it rains pennies from heaven. Since the days of pennies, it seems a million years now with the flood of inflation; it is now a deluge of dollars.
The sky is not always blue, not only because of rain clouds but because of carbon emissions into the atmosphere. The best things in life are becoming polluted. Air the number one free necessity in life, cleansing fresh free water and wholesome vegetables to sustain life are no longer free. Is it in natures plan or God’s plan that we must pay before we get them back again? Is that what the extreme weather is made for, should we be afraid for, this being the end to our carefree sing along?
There is a true blue bird of happiness. Life is sweet tender and complete when you find this blue bird of happiness. You will find perfect peace of mind when you find the blue bird of happiness. When he sings to you though you are deep in blue you will see a ray of light come shining through. Yes somewhere over the rainbow blue birds fly, so why can’t you and I.