Eagle of Burden
In the beginning it was a thought but then it took wings and said:
"I am the eagle of burden, born of a nanosecond,
slipped through time-eternal.
Who am I?
What am I?
Why am I?
To whom do I ask in wonder?"
Then a voice from the mountain tops spoke of
the rhyme of life and said:
"The mountain is high and I am falling.
The angels are singing and I am longing.
The truth is the basis for hope.
The path has surpassed its scope.
The dream has not been lost.
The hillside is glazed with frost.
The fire which burns is eternal
The light beyond the tunnel seems nocturnal.
The wisdom of life hides in illusion.
The soul of understanding is trapped in delusion.
The 'sacred' is a term of the past.
The 'nothing' is a term foreseen to last.
The soul of sadness is always alone.
The joy of gladness is one to be known.
The mountain is high and I am in a daze.
The angels are singing, but to whom do they praise."
Thus the voice answered itself and the eagle could not
rest its wings, for it knew it had spoken to itself and remembered:
all that is separate is one and all that is one is separate.