


I have no compassion--I am instinct. I sense all! and all there is to regard or disregard. Let the river run unraided, let the mountain stand untended, let the temple stand within the jungle lost to those who seek their answers in the now. The snow-leopard hunts in silent white, the eagle waits on silent wings-- the watcher is and does in silence. Shhhh... the silent hunt awaits the majesty of the kill-- instinct, focus, silence-- all are preparations! Keep low to the ground and let the wind work with you; it's worth the wait if you seize it! There is power in the wait when the waiting is no more-- it depends on whether you are ready! ~~~~ Fuega Netsah |

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