THE LITTLE BIRD WAS SOUND ASLEEP






“When you make peace with yourself,
You make peace with the world.”

Maha Ghosananda

If the images of a White police-officer in Minneapolis state in America choking down (with his knees) his fellow-Black citizen to death was extremely disturbing and provocative, the images of the White Police-chief of New York City and of several other cities in America kneeling down to hug the protesters, walking with them in solidarity in their peaceful protest-march… yes, these images are extremely empowering and healing.





What a time for this unfortunate episode to explode, and what a way!

In a way, all over the world, episodes like these are waiting to explode… It can be anywhere, any moment. Trust me, I am not a Prophet of Doom… I am a die-hard advocate of peace… I am an incorrigible optimist!

But, that doesn’t make me bury my head in the sand and say, “Everything is fine… Sab changa si”!

Everything 'will be' fine… Yes, I believe in that. Storms never last. But, I did not say, and I won’t say, “Storms never come” … For, they do come, they do!






Tonight, here, along the coasts of Maharashtra and Gujarat, a cyclone is expected to hit. We haven’t yet gotten over the deadly blows of cyclone Amphan along other side of the sub-continent. And, here is Cyclone Nisarga, just a few hours away!

True, if it’s Life, it can’t be free from storms, cyclones tsunamis, earthquakes… and, yes, deadly viruses, riots and rampages… They come, because that’s Life!

My head is, therefore, not buried in the sand… It looks up to the heavens and prays: “O God, have mercy on us!”


In this world, for every racist police-officer – or whoever it is – that chokes an unarmed George Floyd to death, there are countless gentle souls, regardless of their races, to provide the healing touch… Yes, if one uses his knees to kill, the others use theirs to go down and hug…

That’s the kind of life, I believe in… Such Life will outlive all the frightening stuff in this world!

Soon, the storm will pass. My head is not buried… It looks up to the heaven and prays: “O God, have mercy on us.”

Peace is not absence of wars… Not absence of storms, cyclones, tsunamis, earthquakes, riots and rampages. Late Billy Graham wrote in one of his books this so eloquently…

“The storm was raging. The sea was beating against the rocks in huge, dashing waves. The lightening was flashing, the thunder was roaring, the wind was blowing… but, the little bird was sound asleep in the crevice of the rock, its head tucked serenely under its wings. That is peace – to be able to sleep in the storm in God. We are relaxed and at peace in the midst of the confusions, bewilderments and perplexities of life. The storm rages, but the hearts are at rest…  We have found peace at last.”

GERALD D’CUNHA

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