The eternal path – once there was a forest in which I was born – at first my parents created a den – my fellow pack members looked after one another – as I grew, my perception of utopia was real – but then it was time to grow up – so the lion sent some jackals and in the war, what ended up, was we were dispersed-  bewildered, like a ship that lost her sails to drift endlessly with no anchor or island, bewildered and betwixed, alone and lonely, fearful and frightened, my true journey to the inner lion… – the space in which I am not victim but master, not child but adult, not recipient but giver, not absorbing another’s opinions, identity, philosophy, ideas, religion, values, but my own – Yes, for the cub to become a lion, the pride must dissipate 

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