The Eagle needs nest,

though it is powerful,

and can endure a prolonged glide.

The nest is, but not to rest.

It is to contemplate the present,

and to hatch the future.

The nest is wide, infinite, but packed.

The nest is the World,

as the Eagle saw it through its vision-light,

It was brimming with everything.

Thoughts.

Dreams.

Fetters.

The Eagle saw everything in it,

but void.

There was only the myth:

the myth of the void.

The Eagle dreamed to be

a part of the void and be free.

But there were the fetters,

and the non-existence of the void.