While Mountain's peak endures Man's vain embrace,
Breath waits as covetous tarns listen
To ancient judgments on vaporous beads suspended;
Thought rests as bleeding fingers stiffen
On crumbling fragments of uneasy truth surrendered:
At cliff's edge chains of Time spiral in space.
Lying down in change forsaken fields of karma,
Faces of clay skyward bent
Receive darkened cloud's misted kiss;
Deer spirits play until spent;
Mortals cry aloud in stunned bliss;
Illusion moves the crystalline wisps of Chama.
While Mind's freedom pauses behind imagination's wall,
Hawk hunts an awakened perception;
White Wolf responds to Moon's reflection:
Poisoned rivers run secret as silhouettes of trees fall. | 
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