We Weep

Flying Eagle

We weep,
tears of blood,
we weep,
In despair, crying,
we weep;
the sun forever has stolen
the light from his eyes.
No more his face do we see,
no more his voice do we hear,
nor will his affectionate gaze
watch over his people.

source: Quechua
image: Eddie Two Hawks/image collection/Flying Eagle

Within

Conformity

Shaking Bells

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By daylight a fire fell. Three stars together it seemed: flaming, bearing tails.

Out of the west it came, falling in a rain of sparks, running to east.

The people saw, and screamed with a noise like the shaking of bells.

source: Aztec
image: Bing/HD images/lightning storm

The Subtle Essence

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One who knows does not speak.
One who speaks does not know.
The one who knows is the one whose doors are shut,
whose openings are blocked, whose sharpness
is blunted, and whose glare is softened.
He is one with the subtle truth of the universe.

Thus you cannot get close to such a person
by your love to do so.
Nor can you keep away from him
by your desire to do so.
You cannot bestow benefit on him,
nor can you do him harm,
because he holds the subtle essence of the universe.

source: Lao Tzu, Tao Teh Ching
image: Eddie Two Hawks/image files

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