Shadow of the Eagle
Memory rises and falls like day and night
Light comes from below to dwell above
Darkness falls from above to dwell below
Pale Dawn and Murky Dusk are trees of knowledge
The rhythm of life
Stir Thy Might and Stir Thy Brevity
Knots, we’re all girt with knots
A tangled briar patch of life spreads out before us
Resolution trumps revolution
State of mind, what a difference makes
Heaven hides from Hell
For both are illusory
We carry along our karmic handicaps
These are our habitual disabilities
Firmly in the grasp of illusion we wander
Emotional torrents carry us away though we weary of our follies
We long for breakthrough even while we repair our own prison walls
There is a jewel that reveals all illusions
It is near and we all have the capacity to discover it
So say the sages
The eagle-vulture skillfully steals the soma
Denizens of dawn and dusk are two sides of the same face
Night follows day and day follows night
But who chases who?
Dwelling in glory and bliss is trite revelry
The muck of boredom and friendly deeds is ever fresh and ready for us
Emotional perspective changes like weather and seasons
We age
We change
Yesterday’s concerns fall forgotten tomorrow
Yet we can always explore the moment and what appears
We can always feel the sun, hear the night, and watch the clouds
We can always relax in natural mind.
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