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Mandalas: The dynamics of vedic symbolism

James N. Powell

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Description:A Deer SermonBefore the humming of human voices.Before human mythsand hymns . . . The silence of the sky,the darkening purple of distant slopes,the vast, sustained quiet of the lakes’s lyric . . . All found themselves echoed in the lake's reflections.With the evening breeze, all the lake’s imagestrembling into dreams of themselves,until the air calmsand all reflections recompose themselvesonce againreassuming their original forms,then faded away in the evaporating light.Darkness itself faded into night's slow river of constellations.In far hills and mountains, the great annals of the high forests and hills,birch, alder, pine, and oak contributed yet another ringto the silent saga of their still growth.Lakes and springs, waterfalls echoing in their grottos, glazing rocks,streamed down valleysfeeding grass-filled, wildflower-strewn meadows.It is there we found pasture.And so it was, through forestsour story followed the effortless calligraphy of descending watersour ancient paths cutting through meadows,disappearing among boulders, reappearing within pine groves.Arriving at the edge of a deep forest, we fattened on berries.A creek cut through the dunesand we gazed out across the wave-tossed edge of the great waters.The earth and our migrations inscribedeach within each many white glaciers dissolving into black moraines,our wide swath of hoofprints peppering meadows of new-fallen snow.These, though more permanent than the writing of raindrops on leaves,were not the Great Story.Though we long remember the death of the great stag,shivering before his legs folded. One cat digging in from behind.Another pulling down from the nose.Soon afterward, heavy snow.With spring, an avalanche,and the record of this story lay buried,.Smaller stories —the calligraphy of our hooves in the snow,tree rings circumnavigating the sap images of pines and stars shimmering in lakes and lagoons— continued. After firesGrasses and meadows There we pasturedfollowing this same effortless pathsof fire and descending waters.We four-legged creatures, following green waves of wind-blown grasses,of rainbows, of flower-strewn meadows, began to be followed by two-legged creatures.At times, sipping sweet waters,we would behold our imagesin lakes and poolsrippling in stillness.These haunted us, but we thought not of images themselves until one evening,following a trail of mushrooms. . .while the moon stood erecta great, glowing pair of horns floating through night,we entered a cave for the first time,where on the rock walls . . .we beheld images of ourselves.Thus, we learnedthe two-legged creatures knew images also.The two-legged creatures,in caves and under boughs.Later, in dwellings fashioned from the skins of four-legged creatures.They made ropes they used skins to make sleds so that four-legged creaturescould pull the loads of the two-leggeds.We whimpered under the weight.Yet, the lightning step of the fleeing deercould not evade the traps the two-leggeds had hidden in the forests . . .In the end, even long-remembered events —the stalking, the pounce from behind, the clawing, the crumpling legs,the ripping of hide, the tearing of flesh,the coming of the two-legged ones —were not really events.None were really actions. None were truly verbs. All were insignificantlike waves rippling through grasslands all mere nouns,smaller even than acorns. For in all Earth and Heavensthere is only one Verb. FireOnly the great fire in the heavensand his pale, round, changing sistercan swallow up all nouns and then graduallyre-illumine them into existence once again. These heavenly firesthese soaring calligrapherscast their imagesin countless lakes, pools, lagoons,while forming broad paths of lightmeandering across the great waters.These inscriptions light inscribedwithin darkness-illumining night, a photo-graphy a writing a writhing with light effortless as flowing calligraphy of falling waters.Gradually a great darkness began covering much of the land, the loose-soiled clearings and golden meadows.For long and long, much of the land was covered with glacies . . .We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Mandalas: The dynamics of vedic symbolism. To get started finding Mandalas: The dynamics of vedic symbolism, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
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Publisher: Sterling Publishers

Release: 1979

ISBN: 0914794361

Description: A Deer SermonBefore the humming of human voices.Before human mythsand hymns . . . The silence of the sky,the darkening purple of distant slopes,the vast, sustained quiet of the lakes’s lyric . . . All found themselves echoed in the lake's reflections.With the evening breeze, all the lake’s imagestrembling into dreams of themselves,until the air calmsand all reflections recompose themselvesonce againreassuming their original forms,then faded away in the evaporating light.Darkness itself faded into night's slow river of constellations.In far hills and mountains, the great annals of the high forests and hills,birch, alder, pine, and oak contributed yet another ringto the silent saga of their still growth.Lakes and springs, waterfalls echoing in their grottos, glazing rocks,streamed down valleysfeeding grass-filled, wildflower-strewn meadows.It is there we found pasture.And so it was, through forestsour story followed the effortless calligraphy of descending watersour ancient paths cutting through meadows,disappearing among boulders, reappearing within pine groves.Arriving at the edge of a deep forest, we fattened on berries.A creek cut through the dunesand we gazed out across the wave-tossed edge of the great waters.The earth and our migrations inscribedeach within each many white glaciers dissolving into black moraines,our wide swath of hoofprints peppering meadows of new-fallen snow.These, though more permanent than the writing of raindrops on leaves,were not the Great Story.Though we long remember the death of the great stag,shivering before his legs folded. One cat digging in from behind.Another pulling down from the nose.Soon afterward, heavy snow.With spring, an avalanche,and the record of this story lay buried,.Smaller stories —the calligraphy of our hooves in the snow,tree rings circumnavigating the sap images of pines and stars shimmering in lakes and lagoons— continued. After firesGrasses and meadows There we pasturedfollowing this same effortless pathsof fire and descending waters.We four-legged creatures, following green waves of wind-blown grasses,of rainbows, of flower-strewn meadows, began to be followed by two-legged creatures.At times, sipping sweet waters,we would behold our imagesin lakes and poolsrippling in stillness.These haunted us, but we thought not of images themselves until one evening,following a trail of mushrooms. . .while the moon stood erecta great, glowing pair of horns floating through night,we entered a cave for the first time,where on the rock walls . . .we beheld images of ourselves.Thus, we learnedthe two-legged creatures knew images also.The two-legged creatures,in caves and under boughs.Later, in dwellings fashioned from the skins of four-legged creatures.They made ropes they used skins to make sleds so that four-legged creaturescould pull the loads of the two-leggeds.We whimpered under the weight.Yet, the lightning step of the fleeing deercould not evade the traps the two-leggeds had hidden in the forests . . .In the end, even long-remembered events —the stalking, the pounce from behind, the clawing, the crumpling legs,the ripping of hide, the tearing of flesh,the coming of the two-legged ones —were not really events.None were really actions. None were truly verbs. All were insignificantlike waves rippling through grasslands all mere nouns,smaller even than acorns. For in all Earth and Heavensthere is only one Verb. FireOnly the great fire in the heavensand his pale, round, changing sistercan swallow up all nouns and then graduallyre-illumine them into existence once again. These heavenly firesthese soaring calligrapherscast their imagesin countless lakes, pools, lagoons,while forming broad paths of lightmeandering across the great waters.These inscriptions light inscribedwithin darkness-illumining night, a photo-graphy a writing a writhing with light effortless as flowing calligraphy of falling waters.Gradually a great darkness began covering much of the land, the loose-soiled clearings and golden meadows.For long and long, much of the land was covered with glacies . . .We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with Mandalas: The dynamics of vedic symbolism. To get started finding Mandalas: The dynamics of vedic symbolism, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
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