asked the birds, pulling closer to the Hoopoe, “what are we doing here in this cage?” Their chief, their guide, their queen hushed them with a brush of her wing, easing their concerns with a compassionate glance. “Last you knew you were all bathed in Light, silently saying ‘yes’.” She paused, while the flock huddled closer. “And look at you now, so close to the knife-edge of forgetfulness.”
A little, brave sparrow pushed forward, pressing his case, “how ever did we get into this wretched state?” You are a drop of Light, if you bur knew it,” replied her majesty.
The boy who slept too much
There once was a boy who slept so much that he almost dreamed his entire life away. Every time he awoke he immediately closed his eyes in complete and total refusal at the morning light. In this sleep he had the most fantastic dreams. Once he was a doctor, in another a great king of an ancient land. Eventually though, his dreams became more and more mundane, and he became less and less enthused about what he did or who he was in them.
There was this one strange re-occurring dream that made him pause. Here he stood alone feeling the most incredible breeze blowing through him. This wind would blow right through his entire being, as if he disappeared, ceasing to exist, At the very same moment his lips would speak without his will, murmuring along with his heart saying, “yes.”
Suddenly he awoke for real and irrevocably to a blinding light in his eyes. He could not believe the brightness. Through the white glare he heard a singular voice saying, “Yes, yes. Good.” The boy started to hear other sounds, like traffic and people. “There you go,” said the voice, slowly attaching the words to a half smiling face. “You had a nasty fall. Maybe now that your feeling better after accident, do you think you could get back to work, hmmm?”