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  • umbada@ns.sympatico.ca
    LILIANA [...]As for Zarathustra s words and saving the world - not much to add after Sandeep s excellent exposition; also from the double , it looks like you
    Message 1 of 1 , Dec 5, 2000

      [...]As for Zarathustra's words and saving the world - not much to add
      after Sandeep's excellent exposition; also from the 'double", it looks
      like you can save only one person - yourself, and even for that you
      need "the help" of Grace, so forget the volition. A place like NDS does
      makes sense, nonduality for the people does make sense - it helps those
      that can hear and transforms energy, imo.


      One is "saved" already - if saving had a beginning it would have an
      end. Some time ago I wrote:

      'The term "resonance" in relation to communicating, could be defined as
      "the experience of the one communicating, leading to a similar
      experience of the one, communicated to" and from that definition, it
      would follow that ultimately, everything is communicable - if the
      "proper" conditions are met or, if the "improper" conditions fall

      The experience that "really matters" here is Silence - it is
      communicable because it is 'common' already, it is what is referred to
      as "saved" but not recognized because of the ongoing mental frenzy in
      the "seeker". Exposure to one for whom Silence has become "default"
      will uncover the experience in "others" without effort - just a matter
      of time, for some 5 minutes but for others a matter of years. That is
      why exposure to guys like Ramana is invaluable and there is no
      substitute for it.


      Yes, it is the rule of subtraction not addition. But the "5 min." or
      "the matter of years" is Grace's intervention and Her choice. I am just
      wondering if, or how much, the physical exposure to guys like Ramana is
      necessary. For those that are ready, the teacher comes, even if s/he
      happens to have disposed of her/his body earlier. Of course, I am not
      making the point here that sitting at Ramana's feet is invaluable. On
      the contrary.


      How much physical exposure can do is also evidenced by the reports of
      people visiting the graves of guys like Ramana - and a stay in
      Ramanashram was compared to a stay in a hothouse. Strictly speaking
      only one's real nature is the teacher as there is nothing else - but
      what that "really" can mean is to be driven to the limit a human can
      take - implying quite an ordeal like the Buddha underwent in his years
      of asceticism. Exposure is not just physical and it could be called the
      "easy" way as opposed to be driven to the limit a human can take and
      then experience the "AHA" of a lifetime. Stories that "the teacher will
      appear when the student is ready" aren't of "these times" as teachers
      abound - what is of "these times" is spontaneous Kundalini awakening
      which can be quite an ordeal too. But perhaps Harsha can give a few
      accounts of visitors, having been exposed to Ramana's presence and
      whether or not that was invaluable to them...


      In 1997, during my stay in India, I visited Alandi, a mahasamadhi place
      of Jnaneshvar. Nearly 800 years ago, the 21 years old Indian saint -
      poet, yogi, jnani and bhakta - the author of one of the most reverred
      commentaries to Bhagavad Gita, written by him at the age 16, asked to
      be immured in a cave where he sat in samadhi. Since that time the site
      is considered to be the place of Power and a centre of constant
      pilgrimage. At the side of the temple, right above the cave with his,
      as people say, still intact body, there is a small place closed at one
      side with the wall inscribed with some chapters of Gita. Pandids,
      sadhus and other visitors spent time there, reading Gita. I also sat
      there, in the back corner, contemplating some lines from the book,
      accompanied by a young yoga-teacher friend I travelled with. Suddenly
      some people who left the temple entered the little space and began
      putting flowers and fruit and sweets at my feet. Each of them would
      also touch my feet with their hands and their forhead - the usual
      "procedure"of the worship given to a saint or an idol. The people kept
      comming in and doing "the thing" to me and one more sadhu there. I
      noticed with the corner of my eye that my friends eyes were kind of
      goggled, although I could see only his profile. All my concentration
      vanished, my body was getting more and more tense every moment, I sat
      there perplexed thinking: "F...k, I got enlightened and I didn't even
      notice it!". Finally they placed the flowers also at my friend's feet
      and all the other guys' and I relaxed a little. Later, I learnt that
      this kind of conduct is also an expression of respect, in that case
      given to pandids studying Gita at the site. I also realized that in the
      place I sat I was more easily accesible than the others :))))

      I told you this story before, Jan. Thought some others may enjoy it


      Yes, I know the story - it's very funny, thank you for sharing it with
      the list.. But I also know stories of people, so sensitive that that
      they can feel that at a certain location a lethal accident happened.
      With such a sensitiveness, one will also feel "holy" places, they
      aren't "just" places_with_history then.. And one will feel the
      influence of someone like Ramana. Fact is, sensitiveness isn't equally
      distributed among the six senses :)) And the "hidden" issue about
      compassion is that in the course of events a situation will arise by
      itself, where sensitiveness will expand to the size of the universe...


      It is rare to come across somebody who has been to Alandi. And living
      maybe just 300 kms away, I haven't visited Alandi.<s>

      Thank you for sharing that story of your travels. Yes in India, (the
      real India) a guest, a visitor is God visiting.




      I like haiku that are raw and a little fierce and lonely. And now
      Gene's recent postings have gotten me started on space, and I start to
      see the great haiku as little virtual nanomachines that generate empty


      Indeed, such as the well-filled space in Seven-of-Nine's


      Gene, I've been re-reading "Magic Dance" by Thinley Norbu. Sometimes I
      can't get past the introduction. There are sentences like this one that
      blow me away: "All generally visible measureless phenomena elements are
      the display of self-secret divisionless unobstructed Wisdom Mind."
      (There's that word "display").


      Yes. I understand everything in that book. Really, it helps to read it
      out loud, especially to another person. Have you ever read any stuff by
      Charles Luk ('Lu kuon Yu')? Same technique of reading aloud helps there


      I imagine Thinley Norbu writing this sentence and sitting back and
      exhaling a big sigh and getting up and wandering about the world for
      two years before being able to sit down and write the next sentence. Or
      else he is grinning over the construction "self-secret", knowing that
      we, the reader, expect "self-evident." What is self-secret? Ahhh!
      Hidden in plain sight!


      'Self-secret' is 'intelligence' itself. You spoke of space-generating
      nanos... well, intelligence is the most fierce of all creative forces;
      it is sheer fire in speed and organization; it never stops; it
      compounds upon every previous action, and with the increase in human
      computational power, is now trying (Oh, HOW it is trying, fiercely,
      unrelentingly! Like the first salmon to spawn RETURNING to the Golden
      Age worlds, to deposit its report; thus to generate the most important
      forward-wave of changes!, from our 'past', for to change our present!)
      to establish true logarithmic rate-of-increase.

      If and when this occurs, notice a dramatic shift upward in 'resolution
      of reality', richness and depth, and self-stating meaning, emanating as
      Display; then to be forced to renegotiate our presence, not alone any
      more; all living inside of a 'giant', whose voice(s) now are seen
      plainly as the very material assumed to be 'incidental' matter,
      placenta I call it; and you may ask, may some speak of a 'haunted'
      universe, 'taken over' by a 'mass hallucination' of 'talking trees' and
      animals who simply demand their space be respected? Even bugs, yes...
      And so now, what is the _current premise_, can you state it, and can
      you overcome it in advance, to be a human harbinger, an 'early-adopter'
      of non-nonchalance, a new-world man of non-trivial empty abiding?

      All deals are off; there is only emptiness behind the mask of 'casual',
      cold wind howling thru the empty sockets of I, leaving no puzzle at
      all. And that, is where T Norbu is 'coming from'. Having been there,
      himself, and now treating us to what is, his enhanced capability; allow
      his words to entrain your brain, speak them out loud, and make every
      sentence make sense, via inflection, that is the trick! Mega-boost
      Varjrayana jumper-cables, clipped to you, yet fed from a past which is
      your future! Shocking! Hahahhaha!


      Anyway, can you recommend other books by Thinley Norbu, or about
      Vajrayana in general?

      the self-secret David


      Have you read Alexandra David-Neel's 'The Secret Oral Teachings in
      Tibetan Buddhist Sects'?

      City Lights Books, SF, Ca

      "The way of seeing", identical to 'Don Juan Matus' Nagual 'way of
      seeing'. Less obvious, is the obviously parallel Kahuna path of
      Hawaii... and it all comes from 'BonPo'.


      Clouds and dragons,

      Gene Poole




      It has been noticed on this list at times that enlightened beings
      rarely get together and work together. Since it is just that fact that
      has occupied my personal investigations recently, the song which
      follows I found of interest. One of the loose groups associated with
      postmodernism (of which Nietzsche is the patron saint) is called the
      'ironists.' These are people who observe the ironies of life as a lens
      to illuminate what is happening. Examples that have been brought forth
      often feature the juxtaposition of different cultures in the emerging
      global village. There was the japanese shopping mall promoting
      christmas by having a large santa claus covering one wall, nailed to a
      cross. There was the anthropologist applying to the government office
      in New Zealand for a permit to study the maoris, and being told by a
      full-blooded maori who happened to have a doctorate in anthropology
      from Georgetown that he didn't think 'the chicago school' of thought
      was appropriate for studying maoris. Post modern life indeed abounds
      with ironies. One which may apply here is that the very people who
      preach (no pejorative attaches to the word in my mind) egolessness may
      be found competing with each other for attention and approval, and
      displaying the same anxieties found in other fields. In saying this I
      am not speaking specifically of this list, just referring to a
      phenomenon we have all noticed from time to time; an example would be
      Andrew Cohen and Papaji. And of course their admirers tend to take
      sides. The question which has always symbolized for me the unsolvable
      koan which cuts to the bone is this: "Why doesn't everyone love
      everyone else all the time?" It is an innocent question, such as a
      child might have; or a person who has been cleansed into innocence by
      the vanishing of experience in nowness. It is an ever-fruitful
      question, embodying the first noble truth, the admission that there is
      suffering happening all around us if not within us (and in nonduality
      there is no distinction between within and without). Why in particular
      don't enlightened people get together to open Taverns or break into
      Prisons? Maybe they are too few...I was never especially attracted to
      go see masters when I was younger; there didn't seem to be any point
      since I already knew. It wouldn't surprise me if most enlightened
      people are so self-sufficient that they have no special desire to
      combine with others of their own stature. Still, there are several
      reasons why I think that the time may be coming when some of these
      people will be getting together to accomplish common aims. There is the
      idea that there are perhaps a growing number of enlightened people in
      the world, which would allow for the possibility. There is the internet
      which allows them to find each other and communicate. And there is the
      *need* for new values to replace the mcluhanesque amputation of our
      conventional social structures by the internet (marshall mcluhan
      examined the effects of technology on people, seeing that the use of
      the automobile had the effect of amputating our feet and so on, and
      seeing that technology had replaced genetic mutation as the vehicle for

      Here is another selection from Nietzsche's Zarathustra.

      You can find a complete copy of Nietzsche's "Thus Spake Zarathustra" at

      31. The Night-Song
      'TIS night: now do all gushing fountains speak louder. And my soul
      also is a gushing fountain.
      'Tis night: now only do all songs of the loving ones awake. And my
      soul also is the song of a loving one.
      Something unappeased, unappeasable, is within me; it longeth to find
      expression. A craving for love is within me, which speaketh itself the
      language of love.
      Light am I: ah, that I were night! But it is my lonesomeness to be
      begirt with light!
      Ah, that I were dark and nightly! How would I suck at the breasts of
      And you yourselves would I bless, ye twinkling starlets and
      glow-worms aloft!- and would rejoice in the gifts of your light.
      But I live in mine own light, I drink again into myself the flames
      that break forth from me.
      I know not the happiness of the receiver; and oft have I dreamt that
      stealing must be more blessed than receiving.
      It is my poverty that my hand never ceaseth bestowing; it is mine
      envy that I see waiting eyes and the brightened nights of longing.
      Oh, the misery of all bestowers! Oh, the darkening of my sun! Oh,
      the craving to crave! Oh, the violent hunger in satiety!
      They take from me: but do I yet touch their soul? There is a gap
      'twixt giving and receiving; and the smallest gap hath finally to be
      bridged over.
      A hunger ariseth out of my beauty: I should like to injure those I
      illumine; I should like to rob those I have gifted:- thus do I
      hunger for wickedness.
      Withdrawing my hand when another hand already stretcheth out to
      it; hesitating like the cascade, which hesitateth even in its leap:-
      thus do I hunger for wickedness!
      Such revenge doth mine abundance think of such mischief welleth
      out of my lonesomeness.
      My happiness in bestowing died in bestowing; my virtue became
      weary of itself by its abundance!
      He who ever bestoweth is in danger of losing his shame; to him who
      ever dispenseth, the hand and heart become callous by very dispensing.
      Mine eye no longer overfloweth for the shame of suppliants; my
      hand hath become too hard for the trembling of filled hands.
      Whence have gone the tears of mine eye, and the down of my heart?
      Oh, the lonesomeness of all bestowers! Oh, the silence of allshining
      Many suns circle in desert space: to all that is dark do they
      speak with their light- but to me they are silent.
      Oh, this is the hostility of light to the shining one: unpityingly
      doth it pursue its course.
      Unfair to the shining one in its innermost heart, cold to the suns:-
      thus travelleth every sun.
      Like a storm do the suns pursue their courses: that is their
      travelling. Their inexorable will do they follow: that is theircoldness.
      Oh, ye only is it, ye dark, nightly ones, that extract warmth from
      the shining ones! Oh, ye only drink milk and refreshment from the
      Ah, there is ice around me; my hand burneth with the iciness! Ah,
      there is thirst in me; it panteth after your thirst!
      'Tis night: alas, that I have to be light! And thirst for the
      nightly! And lonesomeness!
      'Tis night: now doth my longing break forth in me as a fountain,-
      for speech do I long.
      'Tis night: now do all gushing fountains speak louder. And my soul
      also is a gushing fountain.
      'Tis night: now do all songs of loving ones awake. And my soul
      also is the song of a loving one.- Thus sang Zarathustra.

      aloha, terry



      Your point that the body-mind doesn't
      see is well-taken.

      And if the body-mind computer can't see,
      that's because it's a concept,
      and a concept doesn't see.

      To say "it's inert" just adds the
      concept of being inert to what
      is already a concept.

      The nonconceptual sees.

      All that this discussion in the conceptual
      realm can do is to free the seeing
      from the conceptual anchoring (the
      belief it is an entity).

      As no conceptual reality exists independently,
      and as the conceptualizer is conceptual,
      independent reality doesn't exist.

      As dependent reality always depends on something
      else to exist, dependent reality doesn't exist

      As nothing exists, and yet conceptualization occurs,
      everything that exists not only doesn't exist,
      it is - that is, nonexistence is all existence.

      The mountains are mountains, they're not just nothing.

      Thus, we're at a point to say, this mountain is
      the universe. If conceptuality is necessary
      for life perceiving, then conceptuality involving
      one concept is all concepts, as all conceptuality
      interrelates interdependently. One concept is
      the entire nonconceptual being, as no concept could
      arise apart from it.



      The sun shines and the wind blows without appearing to self identify,
      why shouldn't this be the same?
      Ramana repeated many times that the mind does not exist, that it is only
      the stream of
      thoughts, and that the first thought is "I am the body", which is a
      false thought, so
      how was he identified with mind or body?
      The organism functions automatically. Look around, everything you see
      automatically, people too.



      Dan Berkow wrote:

      Dear Andrew,

      Thought occurs within the gestalt of
      the moment.

      There is no why for the gestalt, but
      thought can function quite well
      looking at why's and how's.

      The why for thought is whatever why it's
      addressing. Such as "why did my car
      stop running?" In this situation,
      thought is needed to see why the car
      stopped running.

      Thought addresses problems within its domain,
      and this is appropriate.
      If my car mechanic tells me that my car stopped
      because the fuel filter is clogged, I get
      a new fuel filter. I don't engage the mechanic
      in a metaphysical discussion about why there is
      no why, or about how the car runs although there
      is no ultimate causation.

      Dear Dan,

      You write of productive thought, problem solving thought, thought that
      is a means to an end like getting the car running. You call it
      appropriate and so it is.

      There is also idle thought, frivolous, apparently addressing nothing.

      A breakthrough in understanding might very well come with the
      metaphysical thoughts arising around the car breaking down. What the
      mechanic says about how the car runs might be part of it, something
      profound about fuel and spark and timing maybe.




      "I used to be shy.
      You made me sing.

      I used to refuse things at table.
      Now I shout for more wine.

      In somber dignity, I used to sit
      on my mat and pray.

      Now children run through
      and make faces at me.

      There was a long drought. Crops dried up.
      The vineyard leaves turned black.

      People were gasping and dying like fish
      thrown up on shore and left there.
      But one man was always laughing and smiling.

      A group came and asked,
      "Have you no compassion for this suffering?"

      He answered, 'To your eyes this is a drought.
      To me, it is a form of God's joy.

      Everywhere in this desert I see green corn
      growing waist high, a sea-wilderness
      of young ears greener than leeks.

      I reach to touch them.
      How could I not?

      You and your friends are like Pharaoh
      drowning in the Red Sea of your body's blood.
      Become friends with Moses, and see this other riverwater.'

      When you think your father is guilty of an injustice,
      his face looks cruel. Joseph to his envious brothers,
      seemed dangerous. When you make peace with your
      father, he will look peaceful and friendly. The whole
      world is a form for truth.

      When someone does not feel grateful to that,
      the forms appear to be as he feels.

      They mirror his anger, his greed, and his fear.
      Make peace with the universe. Take joy in it.

      It will turn to gold. Resurrection will be now.
      Every moment, a new beauty."

      from "The Essential Rumi", translated by
      Coleman Barks (submitted by Melody Anderson)




      > Hi Sandeep,
      > The sun shines and the wind blows without appearing to self identify,
      > why shouldn't this be the same?


      Because the "living" body-mind complex is the only form of manifestation
      which has the added nuance of sentience.

      In the "human-living" body-mind complex, the nuance of sentience, has a
      further nuance of a sense of discrimination -the "me-entity".


      > Ramana repeated many times that the mind does not exist, that it is only
      the stream of
      > thoughts, and that the first thought is "I am the body", which is a false
      thought, so
      > how was he identified with mind or body?


      First of all let's not forget Ramana spoke only in the language of Tamil
      which is an extremely difficult language to a get a total translation

      Any language translated to another, loses something, but in the case of
      Tamil to English, much is lost, specially when the translators
      had not tasted Ramana, just heard his words.

      Secondly there is no false thoughts, there are no true thoughts.
      There is thoughts, or there is no thought.
      No-thought cannot be noted, for in that noting is also a thought, so it
      the cul-de-sac.

      Thus for that state of no-thought, who is there to say anything about
      describe it?
      Ergo anything said about that state can only be conceptual.

      My submission to you for saying that any body-mind complex in which
      apperception has occurred, and continues to "live", there has to be an
      identification with the body-mind complex, is because, without that,
      is not possible.

      When Ramana subsequent to his awakening, noticed the arising sensation
      hunger in the body-mind complex he was inhabitating, he did not continue
      notice it, he fed it at some point of time.

      When Ramana was called "Bhagwan", he turned his head towards the caller
      responded to the caller.

      Emotions arose in the body-mind complex named Ramana.
      He danced in joy along with the followers when the followers were
      singing in
      praise of Ramana.
      Yes Ramana himself danced in joy at the praise of Ramana.
      This was possible because Consciousness can and indeed does dance in joy
      celeberating itself.

      Ramana shed copious tears at hearing the plight of a miserable seeker,
      11 volumes or so on the misery of the seeker, after apperception
      occurred in
      Ramana that there is no seeker, no sougth.

      (Dan, after the realization, that there is no me-entity, Ramana wrote 11
      volumes on the issues of the me-entity)

      And continued to be identify the mountain Arunachala as the symbol of

      And yet it was not Ramana who was doing all these "antics".

      "Antics" were getting done through the particular body-mind complex with
      particular set of conditionings, programming, including the programming
      where by the occurrence of awakening was scheduled to occur when it

      The entitification with a particular body-mind complex continues, yet
      is no more a personal identification in the sense of a "me-entity"


      > The organism functions automatically. Look around, everything you see
      > automatically, people too.


      Nothing functions automatically within phenomenality.
      Phenomenality in essence is the myriadal interplay of causes and effects
      the causes.
      The human body-mind complex, is basically an inert apparatus, totally
      working on an input-output process.

      What differentiates this organism from a "dead" organism is the added
      of sentience, and further a sense of discrimination within sentience,

      Without sentience, the organism is a "dead" one.

      You say people function automatically.
      Do you use the term 'automatically" as indicating an automatic
      response to an non-volitional input?
      Then I would agree with you.

      Function of a sentient body-mind complex is basically behaviour.

      Behaviour is a series of actions.

      Actions are some of the thoughts which have got externally actualized,
      per the innate conditioning of the body-mind complex.

      Thoughts are a series of cascading thoughts one after another, starting
      that trigger thought, which is a non-volitional occurrence.

      Call it intution, call it a wavicle function collapse of QM, whatever,
      trigger thought has nothing to do with the body-mind complex as Libet's
      experiments show and which the articles in the New Scientist, posted by


      Desire gives your suffering. Whenever any
      desire arises, you want to go near it, you
      want to achieve it and you do, then you are
      happy, isn't it? You may think that the object
      made you happy, but really it is the absence
      of desire, That moment of emptiness that
      makes you happy.

      - Papaji
      (submitted by Xan)


      dear xan,

      thank you for the quote, it's good to hear from you. it's true. i like
      what ramana maharshi said, "desirelessness is wisdom"

      it's just because we love ourselves so much that we want to give
      ourselves perfect happiness. so many of us have damn near killed
      ourselves striving to be happy in one way or another. perfect happiness
      is necessarily permanent. the only permanent thing is our own brilliant
      existence. when we stop all the desiring, what is left is so perfect,
      so complete, so full. we think we need to add something to be happy,
      when really if we just subtract, perfect happiness is what we are. it's
      so simple, it's goofy. one of my teachers said: "when in doubt,



      I'm off to Arizona for the rest of the week. If I can't check the list
      daily, I'll read the highlites upon my return.

      The sharing on this list during the past week has been quite

      My little imaginary family (Mu, The God of Thunder, the Only Truly
      Enlightened Being in the Universe, and of course Michael Read)
      truly loves each and everyone on this list and everywhere.

      May the chains of desire be broken
      May your heart sing freely
      May love find you in all things.

      Peace - Michael



      Here is a short poem by David Whyte:

      Loaves and Fishes

      This is not
      the age of information.

      This is not
      the age of information.

      Forget the news,
      and the radio,
      and the blurred screen.

      This is the time
      of loaves
      and fishes.

      People are hungry,
      and one good word is bread
      for a thousand.



      There is a time for violence,
      There is a time for peace.

      Only those who remain utterly devoted to their inner feelings--their
      core being anxiety and serenity, first; and contempt and compassion,
      second--know when the time is right for violence or for peace.

      Only those who live in touch, first and last, with their feeling--are
      capable of the subtlety of choice. Only they can transcend numbing
      generalizations and passionate exaggeration. Only they know the truth
      of serenity and compassion. And, thus, of love.



      brothers and sisters, white wolfe has realized that he has been
      neglecting his practice to the point of personal detriment...his time
      in the salon will be hopefully be less and more...the fruiths of my
      humble practice, his lectio divina of today, follow...i hope that
      this sharing is worthy of the sacred pack...^^~~~~

      further up and further in

      white wolfe

      “One of the greatest crimes of all is
      to stand - in silence
      in the face of wrongdoing.”


      force rebounds upon the wielder
      violence ultimately results in extinction

      white wolfe sits amidst dark emptiness
      and hears the sound of snow falling
      what is it that white wolfe hears
      that mankind does not?

      tools are weapons of violence
      shunned by all creatures of nature
      creatures that follow nature
      want nothing to do with tools

      all tools eventually turn into weapons
      in the hands of the unawakened
      those who remain unevolving, who slumber,
      eagerly using tools to press their advantage
      they remain unmindful of the deep wisdom
      your enemy is enemy second and brother first

      force rebounds upon the wielder
      violence ultimately results in extinction

      white wolfe runs tracklessly on bright waters
      and sees the wings of eagles arising

      what is it that white wolfe sees
      that mankind cannot?

      all tools arise from the intent to overpower
      even in the hands of the awakened
      the wise ones still evolving, who remember,
      use tools only when compelled by nature
      they remain mindful of the first knowledge
      that all appearances of duality are illusion

      why cannot mankind see
      what the golden eye of the wolfe sees
      the white tipped wings of golden eagles arising
      endlessly on the cosmic wind into pure spirit

      violence ultimately results in extinction
      force rebounds upon the wielder

      white wolfe and the golden eagle
      silently call humanity to remembrance
      there is no pleasure in victory, because
      to rejoice in victory is to delight in gratuitous violence
      whatever is gratuitous is against creatures
      whatever is against creatures is against nature

      why cannot mankind hear
      what the upright ears of the wolfe hear
      the white wings of the noble eagle descending
      hovering eternally over immortal waters

      violence ultimately results in extinction
      force rebounds upon the wielder

      the golden eagle and white wolfe
      call wildly to our remembrance
      violence is a necessary evil, controlled
      only when death is wielded to sustain nature herself
      whatever is necessary is mindful of all creatures
      whatever is mindful of creatures nature sustains

      if force rebounds upon the wielder
      if violence ultimately results in extinction

      what does the white wolfe sitting say to us
      what does he hear in the sound of snow falling
      what does the wolfe running on water show us
      what does he see in the wings of eagles

      if violence is a necessary but abhorred evil
      and peace is an essential and desired good
      where is the center of radical non-duality?

      follow the white wolfe or follow the golden eagle
      either will teach you about compassion and humility
      both commit violence, both do what is required

      one wields death in jaws, the other in its talons
      the one saves the pack, the other the flock
      how do they do this and still love each other

      every death for them is a rite of passage, a sacrament
      they dispense death as though to a member of family
      with sorrow and suffering, each death is a funeral for kin
      they, unlike humankind, live in the place of non-duality.

      we are all creatures born of the womb of the universe
      our brothers call us with a wild call to return to our womb
      to the place of stillness, darkness, of radical non-duality

      mark christopher valentine
      (December 4, 2000)
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