wing, fin, claw, fang, great strength, mind:

mind. the natural talents of natural selection. this mind; its mosaic of conditions, its kamma and beginningless genetic groundswell, its immaterial quanta, its fraudulent sensory objects--it sees all is beauty: her eyes, her lips, her body, her evening sky; twisted by her youth, finding form, coursing to heavens or hells, maturing in heavens or hells--wing, fin, claw, fang, strength, mind--growing old, decaying and dying, meeting nature's wise release, returning to dust, returning. this mind; its mosaic of desires, empty like a kaleidoscope; it sees itself dissolve, it looks to her evening sky and finds nothing to touch, no space cognized, no time calculated, kronos or kairos; it has the immediate perception of something impossible, and it is drained by its own eyes into stillness, depth, and it merges with a nothingnes which seems to burn, following dust through meaningless beauty, lost in the perspective of awakened senses, found in parallax--nothing misplaced, not one jot, one tittle, one joy, one love, one peace.... one sorrow. wing, fin, claw, fang, great strength, mind--following a fallen leaf from road to road, town to country, illuminating darkness.... attributing nothing to wing, fin, claw, fang, strength, words, gods, man, music, or mind.

From: "bill"