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Lions Roar : January 2005
SHAMBHALA SUN JANUARY 2005 31 to make our differences equal. At the end of each day we pitch camp, eat soup, drink tea, share chocolate and happily compare notes: who saw what flower, grass, plant, waterfall, bee or bird, and how speed or slowness brought these gifts to our eyes. UNMARKED Every day is a circle walked within the big one of the Paine cir- cuit, its outline as unsteady and meandering as our minds and gaits. Once a Chinese master asked his head monk where he was going. Fa-yen answered: “I’m rambling aimlessly around.” The teacher asked what good it did, and Fa-yen answered: “I don’t know.” The teacher smiled. “That’s good.” Further into the mountains the river winds in and out of valleys gone white with romero chilco de magellanes—wild daisies. At the center are the ceros—the towers of granite whose red shoulders spin like fresh-minted interior suns puls- ing squalls of rain and wind, and lobbing heavy-bodied clouds through the sunset like torpedoes. The tenth-century Chinese weather predictor Pu-tai wan- dered through the towns of Chekiang. When asked how old Watching a sunset at Lago Leonos, Patagonia