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In the shadow of the hawk I walk
In designated places
meeting predetermined faces
Each one showing traces
Of some quality refined
But some of them unkind
In some unexpected way.
By the footprint of the snake I make
My way for endless hours
Through desert thorn and flowers
Skirting tantalizing towers
Seeming never to be climbed
Save as image in my mind
Always changing day to day.
Where the snails dance I chance
My questions to the Master
He says "Keep dancing faster
Your answers will come after
Living is your way to me
Tis your bonds that make you free
And your life the price you pay."

Hawk Watcher - Sha Peko Ouachita

� 1988