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Every thing is a configuration, a recipe, a specific array
of parts. There are no things. When delight is dependent upon conditions it is
illusory delight.
Sky goers manifest the inseparability of motion and stillness.
Sometimes soaring
Sometimes winging
Our feather dance is a power above the world
Our slithering siblings keep the hordes of food and gold in the body of the mother
We are the primal twins, the original sins, the first division into rival clans
Born is war and also the wiggling impulse toward wisdom and love beyond the nest
Wind, sun, ground, and pool caress us here
Nature is nowhere not to be found
Sky goers manifest the inseparability of motion and stillness.
Sometimes soaring
Sometimes winging
Our feather dance is a power above the world
Our slithering siblings keep the hordes of food and gold in the body of the mother
We are the primal twins, the original sins, the first division into rival clans
Born is war and also the wiggling impulse toward wisdom and love beyond the nest
Wind, sun, ground, and pool caress us here
Nature is nowhere not to be found
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