The Warrior and the Death
While all are entertained in the soft harmony produced by the sound and silence and governed by the noisy orchestra of the forest, the hunter, involved by the silence, it observes the traces that will lead him to the hunt. A good hunter knows about a thing above all the other ones: he knows the routine of his prey. The capybara leaves his burrow is going to the river to drink water the whole night for the same road. It commits the same actions, deaf and it blinds before the countless possibilities that the Present offers.
The capybaras change of hairs, but they don't alter his routine. Those footprints don't pass unnoticed to the hunter, transforms his presence in an unknown. The routine informs the tracks of the prey to the hunter. The capybara becomes hostage of the obstacles and traps created by her own.
The hunter knows that the routine will transform him in hunt and that he doesn't want. A hunter's life is a strategy exercise. It observes the weakness of the prey to fortify their actions. He doesn't leave the routine to catch him, he is absolute gentleman of itself in all their actions. Moon after Moon. The hunter practices each action as if it was the only thing to matter really in the world, and he doesn't stop having reason. A true hunter doesn't pick the hunt because he prepares the traps. He captures them because he is flowing, free and unexpected, different from the animals that it pursues, arrested by heavy routines and fixed strangeness.
Attentive and observer discovers that the world is an intriguing and complete mystery. He gives up then on unmasking him, being free to explore and to live the instant. Extinguished traces, only the moment reveals the direction of their steps.
The hunter is the messenger of Yama. He knows their cares, and he knows that He is the only among God that no it accepts presents. No there is as going against this gentlman's as old as the Life desires. It doesn't exist at the whole forest a tree that the duramen of his trunk is not undone as pollen in the face of her hug. The hunter knows that the deads don't bite, but it doesn't struggle against His, he understands that his moment of hugging her does not depend on him. We were born of only one way, of many we died, in spite of only one night to wait us to all.
To total uncertainty on the hour of his death arrests the hunter to the Present. He doesn't have time to catch in anything. Family, work or routine..., That conviction of the presence changes from Yama to his side seasons the flavor of the moment lived by the hunter... He savors everything and all of the emotions that the instant offers him. It is the certainty of the death that sustains the power of a hunter's decision. When we were considered immortal, we thought our mistakes can be undone later. But in a world where Yama is a hunter that is always for close, there is no time for remorses or doubts for the hunter. There is only time for decisions. He knows that only his correct judgement maintains alive in this absurd reality, avoiding the death as soon as dissolves him. The hunter has to be powerful of exit to support the rigidities of this life. Far away from to be a victim or to consider his Yama enemy, the hunter it recognizes that, while she doesn't want to kiss him, the whole man is immortal.
The Will and the Patience are two indispensable qualities for a hunter's construction. Only the Will moves the initial process of the knowledge. It is our connection link with the world. The Will is the tool that the hunter uses to revert unfavorable pictures. Even if the situation is sinister and all are saying NOT, the dipped hunter of Will arrests to wind in his net. When a man decides to do some thing, he has to go until the end. He has to assume the responsibility of that that does, and later to continue with their actions without hesitation or regrets. An Jaguar can arrive beside a hunter and to smell his face, but if he it stays immobile and unshaken, the Jaguar leaves.
Worse than the hunger is the audacity of the full belly. The ignorance produces audacity. The Patience carries the reflection, place where the wisdom, gift that the Time grants to the humans sprouts. The reflection builds tricks and traps. The Patience allows to the hunter to observe the hunt and to alert the body for the exact moment of executing the boat. The Patience demonstrates us as taking a life in a more strategic way, because only it reflects a wide vision of the situation.
A hunter leaves very little thing at random, he has to spend time observing where his prey feeds and it makes his nest, to know where to locate his trap. He trusts his strategy, he knows that will attract the hunt several times in his trap so that he doesn't worry. The Patience soon gives us clarity to notice that the universe doesn't have preferences and that all of the things are same, and being same none is better or worse than the other, like this all of the things are without importance. How strange and logical they are the laws that govern the universe, it is not explained complicates only, thus the more we spoke about the Universe, we understood less about it. Best to leave our pretension of side, to leave of trying understanding it and noticing him in silence. A hunter knows about a lot of thing. The person sees the world in several ways. It is necessary to be in perfect balance with the atmosphere that surrounds it, because except the hunt he becomes a task without sense.
The only way to we survive in a world where only hunt and hunter exist, we need assume a hunter's posture. The destiny of the hunt is to die hung by his routine. The hunter's art is to be unshaken and light. To be light means he plays the world that surrounds it moderately. It uses his world with respect and tenderness. It is not starving, nor desperate, that he thinks that will never again eat in the life and then it sucks all the fruits of the tree. The hunter sucks some cashews, no the whole tree, plays the world of light, it is the time that needs and later it passes ahead quickly, almost without leaving marks. The hunter is free to do the soul of the occasion of all their actions. Free of ownerships and previous programming, he circulates light as the breeze on the cables of the daily leave the hunt immobilized in the Present and with the marked Future.
While the hunt if it maintains resigned, always choosing the same road to drink water and the hunter has the open soul to know new shortcuts learned with the reflection that springs from the Patience and with their intoxicated actions of Will; will be born and will die constellations of stars, generations of Eternities will pass and this fight, between hunt and hunter, will stay unceasingly unequal.
While all are entertained in the soft harmony produced by the sound and silence and governed by the noisy orchestra of the forest, the hunter, involved by the silence, it observes the traces that will lead him to the hunt. A good hunter knows about a thing above all the other ones: he knows the routine of his prey. The capybara leaves his burrow is going to the river to drink water the whole night for the same road. It commits the same actions, deaf and it blinds before the countless possibilities that the Present offers.
The capybaras change of hairs, but they don't alter his routine. Those footprints don't pass unnoticed to the hunter, transforms his presence in an unknown. The routine informs the tracks of the prey to the hunter. The capybara becomes hostage of the obstacles and traps created by her own.
The hunter knows that the routine will transform him in hunt and that he doesn't want. A hunter's life is a strategy exercise. It observes the weakness of the prey to fortify their actions. He doesn't leave the routine to catch him, he is absolute gentleman of itself in all their actions. Moon after Moon. The hunter practices each action as if it was the only thing to matter really in the world, and he doesn't stop having reason. A true hunter doesn't pick the hunt because he prepares the traps. He captures them because he is flowing, free and unexpected, different from the animals that it pursues, arrested by heavy routines and fixed strangeness.
Attentive and observer discovers that the world is an intriguing and complete mystery. He gives up then on unmasking him, being free to explore and to live the instant. Extinguished traces, only the moment reveals the direction of their steps.
The hunter is the messenger of Yama. He knows their cares, and he knows that He is the only among God that no it accepts presents. No there is as going against this gentlman's as old as the Life desires. It doesn't exist at the whole forest a tree that the duramen of his trunk is not undone as pollen in the face of her hug. The hunter knows that the deads don't bite, but it doesn't struggle against His, he understands that his moment of hugging her does not depend on him. We were born of only one way, of many we died, in spite of only one night to wait us to all.
To total uncertainty on the hour of his death arrests the hunter to the Present. He doesn't have time to catch in anything. Family, work or routine..., That conviction of the presence changes from Yama to his side seasons the flavor of the moment lived by the hunter... He savors everything and all of the emotions that the instant offers him. It is the certainty of the death that sustains the power of a hunter's decision. When we were considered immortal, we thought our mistakes can be undone later. But in a world where Yama is a hunter that is always for close, there is no time for remorses or doubts for the hunter. There is only time for decisions. He knows that only his correct judgement maintains alive in this absurd reality, avoiding the death as soon as dissolves him. The hunter has to be powerful of exit to support the rigidities of this life. Far away from to be a victim or to consider his Yama enemy, the hunter it recognizes that, while she doesn't want to kiss him, the whole man is immortal.
The Will and the Patience are two indispensable qualities for a hunter's construction. Only the Will moves the initial process of the knowledge. It is our connection link with the world. The Will is the tool that the hunter uses to revert unfavorable pictures. Even if the situation is sinister and all are saying NOT, the dipped hunter of Will arrests to wind in his net. When a man decides to do some thing, he has to go until the end. He has to assume the responsibility of that that does, and later to continue with their actions without hesitation or regrets. An Jaguar can arrive beside a hunter and to smell his face, but if he it stays immobile and unshaken, the Jaguar leaves.
Worse than the hunger is the audacity of the full belly. The ignorance produces audacity. The Patience carries the reflection, place where the wisdom, gift that the Time grants to the humans sprouts. The reflection builds tricks and traps. The Patience allows to the hunter to observe the hunt and to alert the body for the exact moment of executing the boat. The Patience demonstrates us as taking a life in a more strategic way, because only it reflects a wide vision of the situation.
A hunter leaves very little thing at random, he has to spend time observing where his prey feeds and it makes his nest, to know where to locate his trap. He trusts his strategy, he knows that will attract the hunt several times in his trap so that he doesn't worry. The Patience soon gives us clarity to notice that the universe doesn't have preferences and that all of the things are same, and being same none is better or worse than the other, like this all of the things are without importance. How strange and logical they are the laws that govern the universe, it is not explained complicates only, thus the more we spoke about the Universe, we understood less about it. Best to leave our pretension of side, to leave of trying understanding it and noticing him in silence. A hunter knows about a lot of thing. The person sees the world in several ways. It is necessary to be in perfect balance with the atmosphere that surrounds it, because except the hunt he becomes a task without sense.
The only way to we survive in a world where only hunt and hunter exist, we need assume a hunter's posture. The destiny of the hunt is to die hung by his routine. The hunter's art is to be unshaken and light. To be light means he plays the world that surrounds it moderately. It uses his world with respect and tenderness. It is not starving, nor desperate, that he thinks that will never again eat in the life and then it sucks all the fruits of the tree. The hunter sucks some cashews, no the whole tree, plays the world of light, it is the time that needs and later it passes ahead quickly, almost without leaving marks. The hunter is free to do the soul of the occasion of all their actions. Free of ownerships and previous programming, he circulates light as the breeze on the cables of the daily leave the hunt immobilized in the Present and with the marked Future.
While the hunt if it maintains resigned, always choosing the same road to drink water and the hunter has the open soul to know new shortcuts learned with the reflection that springs from the Patience and with their intoxicated actions of Will; will be born and will die constellations of stars, generations of Eternities will pass and this fight, between hunt and hunter, will stay unceasingly unequal.
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