Born of an egg, five hundred years in the hatching.
Born into enmity with the Nagas, his one thousand siblings; bound into peace by Buddha.
Taken by Vishnu to be his vehicle, to transport him horizon to horizon, fast as a flash, to fight injustice, to destroy evil.
Garuda, who with the flap of his wing stops the spinning of heaven and earth.
Garuda, the idea and the Self, from Vishnu inseparable.
Garuda, alias Galon, every true king’s insignia.
77 words written for What Pegman Saw: Myanmar