Do you ever get those Eureka moments
When you know that things are just as they are meant to be?
When your worlds have moved into alignment
And you want to shout and cry and sing
All at once?
Let me share one with you…
A black stemmed bamboo grows happily at the edge of our pond.
It has spread and grown tall, and when the wind blows
It rustles and shimmers and dapples the water.
It is a joy to behold and a feast for the eyes.
Though not bamboo, I pick up my African Blackwood whistle
And I blow gently, feeling the breath of the Universe
Vibrate and pulse under my fingers.
As I move and caress the holes and adjust my own breath
I marvel at the power, potency and potential
That I hold in my hands.
When I play my whistle I am One with All,
I am One with Lord Krishna
Who played His flute to all the creatures, flowers and plants
In His garden because He loved them so much.
I read a story this morning…
Lord Krishna asked the bamboo to sacrifice a limb
So He could make a flute from it.
The bamboo was not sure but reluctantly agreed.
As Lord Krishna cut and bored the holes,
The brave bamboo stoically endured the pain
For he loved Lord Krishna with all his heart.
When Lord Krishna had finished,
The music that emanated from the sacrificial bamboo
Was magical, mystical and ethereal.
From that day on, morning and night,
The bamboo flute never left Lord Krishna’s side.
Some Gopis grew jealous of the attention
Lord Krishna bestowed on the little flute.
He answered the Gopis, “I love this flute…
Because the bamboo has always been empty inside”.
Such a small, unassuming little whistle
But what a profound message it carries.
May all life be as a flute…empty, open and receptive
To the playing of the Universe.