That’s kind of you to say Anita and being published would be cool however I don’t think I’ve actually written anything that hasn’t been written about before. Mostly I take thoughts from various wisdom traditions, thinkers, old journal entries and all the quotes I’ve collected and play with them. Then wonder how how the observations have played out for me.

Perfect sense Anita 🙂

Hi Everyone. Its been pretty quite for me… of late and I’ve found myself contemplating the sparrow once trapped in the silo. What if the soul’s freedom is not found in escaping gravity, but in learning the dance between flight and return?

Sparrow Flight

A sparrow lifts on morning air, its wings affirm the sky is near,
the call of freedom, light, and flight, a song that rises, pure and clear.

Yet gravity denies its claim, the earth recalls it back again,
the weight of matter, root, and stone, the tether binding wing to bone.

Between the pull and upward reach, a rhythm forms, a balanced speech,
the dance of soaring, falling too, a harmony both old and new.

So soul, like sparrow, learns to be, reconciled now in three.
From silence born, through motion spun, returning home when flight is done.

The Sparrows flight a mirror. In its rising and falling, we see the rhythm of our own lives: the longing to transcend and the inevitability of return. Life a balance between aspiration and limitation, freedom and gravity, spirit and matter, longing and return. The soul, like the sparrow, must learn to embrace both the soaring moments and the inevitable return to earth. True harmony comes not from denying either force, but from reconciling them.

Voices Along the Way…
Here I can hear Campbell saying that the sparrow’s flight is the call to adventure. It rises toward the sky, answering the eternal summons of the hero’s journey. Yet gravity is the threshold guardian, reminding us that every ascent must face resistance. The rhythm of rising and falling—that is the myth itself, the cycle of departure, initiation, and return.

Krishnamurti I think would point out that the sparrow is not a symbol. It is simply life. The flight and the fall are not opposites to be reconciled, but movements to be observed without division. Freedom is not escape from gravity; it is awareness of the whole movement, without resistance, without choice. In seeing the flight and the return as one, there is harmony.

A Practical voice might say man is not the sparrow. He is bound by mechanical laws, asleep in his habits. Gravity is not only physical, it is the inertia of unconscious life. To rise requires conscious effort, inner work, the struggle against sleep. Only then can the soul balance its centers and awaken to real being. The return home is not death, but awakening to oneself.

Then Rumi whispers that the sparrow’s wings are woven of longing. Its flight is the soul’s yearning for union with the Beloved. Gravity is not an enemy, but the lover’s hand pulling us back to the earth, reminding us that love is both ascent and return. The dance of rising and falling is the music of existence. When the sparrow returns home, it does not end, it dissolves into love, into silence, into the One.

The Sparrow’s Song a Dance of Flight

A sparrow lifts, the hero’s call, its wings remember myth in all.
Yet flight and fall are not opposed, they are one movement, whole, disclosed.

Bound by law, asleep in dream, we struggle upward through the stream.
Awake! Awake! The work is near, to balance soul, to see it clear.

But love is sky, and love is ground, in every fall, the Beloved found.
The dance of rising, falling too, is union’s song, both old and new.

So myth and seeing, work and flame, are not divided, but the same.
The sparrow’s flight, the soul’s release, returns at last to home…
contented peace.

Layla sat beneath a fig tree listening to the sparrows stir. One sparrow rose into the air, wings trembling with joy, only to fall back to the earth. Again it rose, again it fell, until at last it perched quietly on a branch.

“Little one, you do not fail when you fall. The sky is not lost, nor is the earth a prison. Your flight is a prayer, your return is an answer. Between the two, the Beloved teaches balance.”

The sparrow tilted its head, as if listening. Then it sang not of defeat, but of the dance itself.

And Layla understood: The soul is not meant to conquer gravity, nor to abandon flight. It is meant to awaken in the rhythm of both, to find the Beloved in ascent and in return.

So the sparrow sang, and the Layla wept, for she knew the song was her own.

Let the sparrow’s song be heard in every heart.
Let myth wisdom guide, awareness illumine, work awaken, and love dissolve.
For in the dance of flight and return, the soul remembers its home.

Hi Anita,
I do recall the movie and love when these unexpected associations appear.

The other day I read: “Nothing is as old as the truth, and nothing is as new as the truth.”
It feels as though life is reminding us that we’ve always known the truth, we just don’t always remember or pay attention.