Birth
Falling through
The thick fog under the jagged cliff
Where she left Ruru
To bask under Sun's shine,
Mother Earth prepared her lesson
In No Birth and
Heard a plea for birth that was
Just as strong as Ruru's fear of death.
Afraid of the emptiness in his own heart,
King Janaka longed for a child
On whom he could pour his love and
wash away the dust that had settled in the cracks
Of his charmed but lonely life.
His heart is a fountain of love and affection,
From which his people drink and nourish their souls.
So Mother Earth found her second student and waited
To show him the child within himself.
Blindly running from the emptiness within,
Janaka took refuge in ploughing a field.
Tears eroded away his thoughts of loneliness
And carried them to the soil beneath him.
Each drop watered Mother Earth.
Fingers formed
And cells collided,
Meshing together and weaving
A human into being.
But the form before Janaka's eyes was just a body
And even though its
Heart had just started beating
and its blood had just started pumping,
Its energy had already
Pulsed through the universe
Since the beginning of time.
Janaka sought out the tiny fingers
Of the babe and watched as they curled
Around his own.
He named the baby Sita
after the furrow that gave her life.
A child gave him permission to
Caress and tenderly hold
To coddle and imbue another with warmth.
None was loved as Sita was,
But love drew her away from the King
And into Rama's arms.
Janaka built his happiness on the
Loose foundation
Of another and watched
As its healthy soil turned to mud
And begin to slip away.
Emptiness crept back into Janaka's mind
In Sita's absence and occupied
Old, forgotten corners.
So much love but never for himself.
Mother Earth considered the kind king
Who still underestimated the power of emptiness.
Blank pages house words
and need just as much care.
Behind the clouds of Sita and his people
Janaka was an empty, blue sky.
Without clouds, his reflection was too visible
In the oceans below him.
Too visible
Were the hard edges
Of forced, kingly strength
That poked through
His softness.
Sita knew Janaka needed to see emptiness
Before he could understand transformation, so
She carried a depressed Janaka to the field,
Laid him down, and let him weep.
"Janaka, from your tears,
The soil transformed and created me.
The child you always wanted
has always been within you,
but you always covered it with clouds
And never allowed it to play."
Janaka's finger curled around Sita's
As she scattered back into the soil
Whence she came.
With his beautiful cloud gone, Janaka
Could see the reflection of his Inner child
And tenderly held him.
For all the tears that
Nobody dried
And all the skinned knees that
Nobody kissed,
He gave his inner child all the love
Everybody else missed.
With his inner child gently resting,
Janaka took refuge in the empty blue sky,
calling it home.
Only then could he see all the way to
The Earth's core
Its intense heat pulsing through
Hard rock up into
The grains of soil teaming with life
Budding into a sprout and becoming part of a bird
Flying into his skies
Only to disassemble back into the dirt
And seep through the ground's pores
Becoming molten rock and dripping back into the Earth's core
So it was clear that Mother's
Transformation was only disguised as Sita's creation.
"Transformation disguised as creation" by Jessica Shepard
Author's Note: This story is based on the legend of Sita's birth from a video called Birth of Sita by Geethanjali on Youtube. In this story, King Janaka is peacefully ruling in the Videha dynasty over the kingdom of Mithila. However, Janaka was depressed that he had no children. One day while ploughing a field in preparation for a spiritual sacrifice, King Janaka came across a child in the furrow of the field. This child became Sita, one of the primary characters in the Ramayana. In another story, The Divine Archer by F. J. Gould, Sita dies by sinking back into the earth. I thought this was a perfect setup for a story about the concept of no birth, or continuity through transformation. In the original story, Sita is given to King Janaka by gods; instead of this, I used Sita as a transformation of Mother Earth to continue the story set up in the introduction. In this version, Janaka only wants a child because he feels lonely, so Mother Earth decides to teach Janaka to be comfortable and happy with himself. She thinks this must be done before Janaka can understand the concept of no birth. This philosophical transformation is not out of place for a person like Janaka; he held a debate, or brahmayajna, during his time as king and invited knowledgeable sages and philosophers (Gargi). Janaka was also a scholar.
Bibliography:
[1] Geethanjali. "Birth of Sita" on Youtube.
[2] Gould, F. J. "The Divine Archer" on Internet Archive
[3] Sita.
[4] Gargi Vachaknavi.