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siddhas and the religious landscape ⁄ 229<br />

cakra. 216 The accepted explanation seems to be that %avaripa is immortal and<br />

still wandering the world, a revival of the old “eternal sage” myth found applied<br />

in Buddhism to saints as diverse as Mahaka$yapa and Vimalamitra. For our<br />

purposes, however, it is instructive to consider that the tantric directives for siddhas<br />

to practice in tribal areas no doubt fueled both a fascination with and the<br />

appropriation of their identity, all with more than a dash of Rousseauean romanticism<br />

of the noble savage thrown in.<br />

The poetry most closely associated with the %abare$vara/%avaripa persona<br />

tends to play off the behaviors attributed to indigenous groups in the medieval<br />

world. As seen above, medieval tribal peoples were depicted drinking, making<br />

love, and sleeping frequently. One of the %avaripas employed these activities<br />

as ambivalent tropes for the realization of emptiness.<br />

The Vision of Emptiness<br />

The reality of mind’s highest realization is declared as a seed in the realm<br />

of space.<br />

I embrace the nubile nonself by the throat and remain in the state of<br />

awakening.<br />

“Reject!” “Take!” — these delude the self.<br />

Hey! %avari plays with all the fetters within great bliss. I embrace the<br />

Empty Lady.<br />

Hey! Body, speech and mind are matured.<br />

By inspection throughout all times, %avari will become drunk.<br />

In every form of joy, %avari falls asleep,<br />

Passes out in the realm of space.<br />

Hey! My reality is declared a seed in the realm of space.<br />

The fruit shines like the Morning Star.<br />

“Reject!” “Take!”—these delude the self.<br />

I kill the elephant of mundane fetters and make an offering cake of the<br />

five senses.<br />

I reject all of my suffering.<br />

“Reject!” “Take!”—these delude the self.<br />

Not sleeping day or night, I act as the watchman of my own mind.<br />

The woman born from it, stays alone, having gone to a secluded spot.<br />

The chieftain is said to be Lokanatha.<br />

“Reject!” “Take!”—these delude the self.<br />

So I embrace the Empty Lady—%avari plays in great bliss. 217

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