As the glow of a new day increases…
my eyes open to something not yet seen…
just beyond this horizon in front of me…is…
rest desired to take from me that which has been Lost…
On the morning of the seventh day to the east, Petah was only seventy miles from Bermuda. He knew he would cast his lines onto a dock soon. As he sailed with excitement to a finish line just over the horizon, he saw approaching the Little She not one, but three Longtailed Ones flying in perfect formation.
Like clockwork and just as the lone ones had done each morning before, these three flew to the Little She’s mast. Yet this time, they chose not to hover, flying a circle around the top of the mast and descending directly above Petah’s head. The three then hovered and stared into the eyes of the tired sailor.
“I’m tired…I didn’t sleep last night.”, spoke Petah to the three.
Silence from the birds as they hovered, flapping their beautiful wings with grace. Petah noticed how the long tail feathers of these birds would slowly flutter up and down with the smooth vertical undulation of their bodies as the movement of wings battled gravity.
“Sailing under the moonlight was fantastic…I’m happy not to have slept or I would have missed something wonderful.”
The three simply stared in silence as they watched this human speak to them.
“What do you guys do at night?”
The three did not answer and seemed to float while they listened.
“You don’t know how to fix an autopilot do you?”, Petah laughed for a moment and continued, “Didn’t think so…neither do I.”
He stared for a moment in silence at the three, noticing they never took their eyes off of him…not even for a moment to look at each other or anything else…just him.
“I see other species of birds out here, four or five actually…they act as if I do not even exist. Yet, your kind fly to me every day as if to commune. Why?”
The three Longtailed Ones broke formation of their hover, flew a circle around the Little She and came back to the same spot as before….again in silence staring into the eyes of Petah.
“Thank you.”, spoke Petah with tears in his eyes.
The three departed and never looked back, nor did they return. Petah watched them fly to the western horizon behind him disappearing into the blueness of day. He noticed how brilliant the blue of the sky was with just a few wisps of white thin clouds. The white of the birds seemed to glow against the blue background. Leaning over the side of his vessel, he noticed the color of the sea had changed again. For days, the color of the sea was the indigo he was used to seeing, yet now he saw a crystal clear blue…the depth of the Ocean was decreasing as he approached the tiny island of Bermuda.
“…day seven to the East…” (a chapter from Part II: The Battle)
by Greg Frucci
- Can you exist in the Present moment without the mind drifting to other times and places?
- If you find your mind in another place which creates negative emotions, how easy is it for you to come back to where you are now?
- “…day Seven to the East…” (a chapter from Part II: The Battle) (pathof300.com)
- Bermuda Longtail Numbers Increase (repeatingislands.com)
- Bermuda’s population of White-tailed tropicbirds soars (greenantilles.com)