I Followed the Flight of the Eagle

I followed the flight of the Eagle, a direction with no path; flying in the silence of space, parting the air as pure awareness in a thoughtless mind.

	The sun was setting as a cool breeze played with my face, evaporating the beads of sweat from my forehead. I stood, facing the furnace go down behind the hills. With arms extended, I uttered the words with strength:

	Hail unto Thee, who art Tum in thy setting. Even unto Thee, who art Tum in thy joy. Who travellest over the heavens in Thy bark,

	At the down-going of the sun. Tahuti standeth in the splendor at the prow, And RaHoor abideth at the helm. Hail unto Thee from the abodes of day.

All the turmoil and toil of the day vanished in an instant. The West seemed to take on a face of its own, as a being who is watching in my direction as I address him. More like a man would speak to a mouse.

I stand in that pose, bathed in the cleansing radiation and feeling my lower abdomen awaken from its stupor.

	An eagle passes above me. Shadow coming out of shadow, as if my darkness just gave birth to an angel. I followed the flight of the Eagle, a direction with no path; flying in the silence of space, parting the air as pure awareness in a thoughtless mind.

	It’s been a good day.

	I wouldn’t mind it being the last. It’s okay if it’s the only one.