Jonathan Livingston Seagull

BE
Lost
On a painted sky
Where the clouds are hung
For the poet’s eye
You may find him
If you may find him
There
On a distant shore
By the wings of dreams
Through an open door
You may know him
If you may

Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
While the Sun God will make for your day
Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the one God will make for your way

And we dance
To a whispered voice
Overheard by the soul
Undertook by the heart
And you may know it
If you may know it

While the sand
Would become the stone
Which begat the spark
Turned to living bone
Holy, holy
Sanctus, sanctus

Be
As a page that aches for a word
Which speaks on a theme that is timeless
While the Sun God will make for your day
Sing
As a song in search of a voice that is silent
And the one God will make for your way

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If we have time to ponder over those – cunningly postponed for ‘some other day’ – thoughts, here is a movie to watch. This book, the movie, its songs and its music – all received many accolades; not for being extraordinarily articulate, but may be mostly for its content and message.

The book or the movie – whichever chosen – may end up giving us hints as to why not to be reasonable? And it may also end up suggesting us how pitifully bounded by reasons are we!