The Sound Of Wings

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El Sonido de las Alas
—por Bonnie Rose

Una amiga y yo solemos saludarnos con las palabras árabes: «Ishq Allah». Ishq es amor apasionado por Dios. Un amor desbordante por el espíritu en la materia y la materia en el espíritu. La maravilla sufí-derviche que gira y dice: «Ishq Allah ma’būd lillāh, Dios es amor, amante y amado...»

Nuestros perros prdigueros, Sara y Bartie, me acompañan en las excursiones a la montaña, donde Sara presenta una muestra muy especial de Ishq. Cada vez que percibe un pájaro, se queda inmóvil, apuntando con precisión. El tiempo se detiene mientras se inclina hacia adelante, con la pata delantera flexionada y la cola corta extendida. Es yoga canino, una mirada hacia Dios, mientras proclama su unión con su propósito divino.

Contengo la respiración. La tierra contiene la respiración.

Entonces Sara oye un disparo de salida sagrado, perceptible solo para los perros. Se lanza a toda velocidad hacia la maleza. Veinte codornices grises se elevan de entre los arbustos, sin piar, solo el sonido insistente de sus alas que dicen: «Yo Soy». Inhalo el sonido de las alas y digo: «Yo también soy, querida codorniz; yo soy». Sara ladra a las codornices y luego baja corriendo la montaña para compartir su emoción con Bartie y conmigo. «Vosotros también sois amados, queridos perros», les digo. Juntos, continuamos nuestra caminata embriagada de amor.

¿Qué he hecho para merecer este microcosmos de gracia audaz? ¿Quién creó un perro que señala con tanta claridad y ternura? ¿Qué ofrece a una bandada de codornices la aventura de una escapada compartida? ¿Cómo se combinan el aire, las plumas y el vuelo para conmover el corazón con sonidos que solo el amor puede oír? ¿Quién nos somete a esta temeridad embriagadora?

Ishq allāh ma’būd lillāh, Dios como amor, amante y amado...

Qué privilegio es escuchar a los tres en uno. Sin definiciones, sin razonamientos. Simplemente déjate maravillar en las alas silenciosas.

Amor, amante y amado nos cantan constantemente. ¿Pero escucharemos? ¿Oiremos?
Con la ayuda del amor, intentaré escuchar mejor. Empezaré con la banda de la escuela secundaria que ensaya todos los días, a centímetros de mi casa. Me enamoraré de su estridente "On Wisconsin". Me conmoveré al ritmo de la versión salsa de "Para Elisa" de Beethoven. Bailaré al compás de la percusión. Confiaré en que el amor transformará la música desafinada de la banda en el sonido de adolescentes que dirigen sus clarinetes y saxofones hacia el ángulo intangible de la gracia. Sabré que la música no ha cambiado. El amado me transforma. El amante tienta mis oídos a escuchar de otra manera. Y la alquimia del amor transforma la irritación en asombro.

Con la práctica, podemos aprender que todo es amor, amante y amado. Disonancia y gracia; La Filarmónica de Nueva York y la banda de la preparatoria de Santa Paula: todo es el sonido de alas. Todo es Ishq Allāh ma’būd lillāh. Todo es un éxtasis embriagador que nos llama a casa, al cielo en la tierra, precisamente, donde pertenecemos.



Preguntas semilla para reflexión: ¿Qué opinas de la idea de que todo, incluso la ruidosa banda de secundaria o las molestias cotidianas, podrían ser un «éxtasis embriagador que nos llama a casa», si pudiéramos escucharlas de otra manera? ¿Puedes compartir una historia personal de un momento en el que experimentaste ese tipo de transformación, cuando algo ordinario o incluso irritante se reveló de repente como «el sonido de alas», como parte del ser amado que te canta? ¿Qué te ayuda a practicar la escucha del amor, del amante y del ser amado en la disonancia de tu vida diaria?



Bonnie Rose es ministra del Centro para la Vida Espiritual de Ventura. El texto anterior es un extracto de su libro, Bailando con perros.
Seed Questions for Reflection

What do you make of the idea that everything - even the raucous high school band or daily annoyances - might be "intoxicated rapture calling us home," if only we could hear it differently? Can you share a personal story of a moment when you experienced that kind of shift, when something ordinary or even irritating suddenly revealed itself as "the sound of wings," as part of the beloved singing to you? What helps you practice listening for love, lover, and beloved in the dissonance of your everyday life?

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5 Past Reflections
DD
May 1, 2026
Yes, everything can be intoxicated rapture calling us home. We hear what and how we are. If I am in intoxicated rapture or open to intoxicated rapture, I will hear it. I used to hardly notice birds. We have bird feeder in our back yard along with some bird friendly trees and bushes and a couple bird houses, and now, being retired, I am more present to hear, see, and enjoy the birds like I never before did. I so much enjoy their busyness, their flying, landing, and taking off, their moving from branch to branch, and their occasional singing. I occasionally slip into some amount of intoxicated rapture. My belief system helps me practice listening for love, lover, and beloved. I believe all existence is one, and one is love. When I am occasionally in that awareness, I am in love, I feel oneness with nature around me, with what I am seeing and hearing, and it is heaven on earth.
JP
Apr 30, 2026
In different spiritual practices, runs a common thread, the thread of unconditional love. Unconditional creates oneness, union between two different human beings. Outward differences melt away creating divine oneness, where Two becomes One, divine union. Such a divine union brings two different persons together in spite of apparent and outward differences. It is an experience of divine oneness. Our mind is usually filled with different sounds and noises. We hear such sounds and noises even between two people who have been together for a long time. Such noises create walls of separation and disrupt the flow of love. The rate of divorces has been increasing causing pain and suffering. It is time for us to wake up and make every effort to build the bridges of unconditional love and positive regards. This is hard work. We need to wake up. If we do not wake up, we all will suffer more creating deep wounds in our lives. There is beautiful song in Gujarati, my mother tongue. Utha jaga mu... View full comment
DD
David Doane May 1, 2026
I love that song you shared.
VI
Apr 30, 2026
So beautiful Bonnie. Thank you for this. I felt this shift when my beloved dog, who I dearly loved, was sick and up for many many nights extending into many months. She had also lost bowel and bladder control. I would find myself feeling irritated or annoyed...I didn't want to feel that way, because I loved her dearly, but with little sleep over a long period of time and cleaning up messes on a regular basis I did. One time I remember so clearly seeing her and the situation with different eyes....eyes of compassion. Compassion for her and her situation, her loss of health, her inability to function the way she wanted to, her pain and suffering and it shifted and revealed the beloved with me...the 'sound of wings'......I am so grateful for that experience. I found as time progressed this compassion remained even though the lack of sleep, disruptions and soiling remained. I was able to be with her with so much gratitude and appreciation because of the presence of the beloved within m... View full comment
AM
Apr 30, 2026
What stays with me is the pointer dog.

That moment when Sara freezes—
spine long, alert, whole body tuned to something just beyond sight.

It’s not effort.
It’s alignment.

Watching her, I begin to feel my own spine differently—
as a kind of instrument,
a living axis between earth and sky.

When I’m scattered, I miss the moment.
But when something in me “points”—
when I become still enough, receptive enough—
something shifts.

A note is struck.

Light enters.
The ordinary opens—just slightly—into reverence.

The dog points, and the quail rise.
The spine aligns, and awareness opens.

And in that opening,
kindness appears.

Not as something I try to do,
but as something that moves through
when I’m in right relationship.

Maybe this is part of Ishq—
not reaching for love,
but being tuned enough
to let it play.