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Wednesday, March 07, 2007


The Tigress stood still.

Other golden eyes watched her through the green
ferns of the deep jungle.

The Tigress watched the eyes that in turn, watched
her.

The Tigress softly called out, "You have watched
me for some time, small tigress."

The Tigress paused.  "If you wish, you may read
my message trees."

[For the tigers leave messages one for another by
scratching claw marks upon certain trees.]

The smaller tiger departed.

The Wind blew in next to the Tigress.  "Why did you
choose to trust her -- that is, the smaller tigress?"

"Perhaps," replied the Tigress, "I sensed a far
deeper tigress in her, than at first, I perceived."

The Wind replied, "Perhaps you are also  becoming
more willing to trust others."

"Perhaps we are both right this round." replied the
Tigress.  And then she added, "Nosey Wind...."

To which the Wind softly and playfully replied,
"Stubborn Tigress...."

The Tigress smiled, and then said, "Yes... perhaps
we are both right, Nosey and Stubborn... yet once
again...."  

And the Wind and Tigress continued their banter
down the pathways that only the tigers can see.

The next day, the Tigress saw the other eyes.

The smaller tigress softly called out, "Thank you for
trusting me."

They spoke other words in the hidden language of
the Tigers.  And then, each left for their daily hunts.

But as the Tigress fell asleep that night in a hedge
made of thorns and bamboo, she found her mind
repeating the phrase, "Thank you for trusting me."

Somehow, the words kept her awake.  And then,
she rose, and wandered a bit into the night.  
Further along a pathway, she found another hedge
of only bamboo.  "Perhaps I need not so many
thorns..." she said, speaking only to herself.  

"Perhaps," the Tigress said, "tonight is only
bamboo."

And then, she lay down, and slept.

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Monday, March 12, 2007

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    Atma jnana, the rose but seven petals owns.
    Atma jnana, don't touch them my hand.
    For passion is but an illusion,
    And the heat is now forgotten by man.

    Atma jnana, the rose but three petals owns.
    Atma jnana, don't touch them my hand.
    For passion is but an illusion,
    And the warmth is now forgotten by man.

    Atma jnana, the rose no petals now does own.
    Atma jnana, as is the man, as is the man.


    [From "The Last Song of the FireKeeper"]


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Tuesday, March 20, 2007

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    My house, it has no walls -
     - My friends, the curious, and my enemies are
    welcomed to visit and speak with me.

    My house, it has no walls -
     - God give the courage to never rebuild them.

    My house, it has but one mirror -
     -  I see my true self in the One's mirror, all
    other mirrors are not.

    My house, it has but one mirror -
     - I help others to see their true selves in the
    One's mirror.

    My house, it has two lights -
     - The Western light and the Eastern light.

    My house, it has two lights -
     - They are used to bring understanding of the
    One's mirror.

    My house, it serves tea of compassion -
     - To myself.  To my enemies.  To all.

    My house, it serves tea of compassion -
     - I carry their burdens as God gives me
    strength.

    [From "Call and Response - Walkers of the Way"]


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(c) Copyright Caryn LeMur 2007
(C) Copyright 2007 Caryn LeMur
The Wind And The Tigress

March, 2007