Bird of swords, you, bird of darts
Oh life author, you go flying,
You come and stop at your sanctuary,
where the pyramid of your temple is at.
My heart only wishes
Death at war!”.
Night Eagle then saw the immense celestial sphere blow into intermittent lightning of blinding light, it was a hallucinating vision. In the midst of these light bursts and total darkness before him appeared a lush and gigantic tree, as a majestic cross, pointing to the four existence directions. This tree, which at times was a Ceiba, then a Sabino and finally a millennial nopal, moved in all directions, along with the universe. A beautiful bird stood at the top of the tree, changing its shape; sometimes appeared as a quetzal and others as an eagle. This immense and majestic animal sometimes appeared fighting with a rattlesnake and others devouring the flourished fruits of the tree and the cactus, which as small bright stars, fell in an upward spiral towards the peak of the Eagle that immutably devoured them. This last image produced a double and intense feeling. On the one hand an exciting joy, noting its celestial origin; but at the same time, a deep sadness, realizing that life sole purpose is to develop consciousness, to become eagle’s food. As fresh and fragrant flowers, the words of an old poem slowly came to his heart:
Where will we go
where there is no death?
So, for this we live crying?
Let your heart straighten:
no one will live here forever.
even if you are were jade,
even if you are gold
you will also go there
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