Enduring many hardships, the birds flew over a wide desert and seven valleys looking for the Simourgh, the King of the birds. After the last valley, they reached the dwelling place of the Simourgh, where they were given entry by the chamberlain. They discover that there was no one there.
But after holding the staff that the Simourgh's chamberlain handed over to them, the birds realize the truth: that they are the Simourgh and that the Simourgh is them.
"The King of the Birds" is the last production of Tanghalang Ateneo for this academic year, and is based on a 12th century poem by Farid ud-Din Attar. I loved the costumes and the production, and though I believe that there is much wisdom in Sufism, I also think that the attempt to distill and articulate all of that wisdom in a few words results in some of the silliest phrases I've ever heard.