Chase it down and grab it.
Be strong: hunt, kill.
Love your mother and your honor.
Be exactly as you wish to be.
Become the fantasy.
Ask the Universe to reward your efforts.
Then remember the words of your childhood.
"I can do all things through him that strengthens me"
Take a breath, fall, soar.
Spread your wings.
Accept the gift.
Reach into the sky and take the wind.
Peace rests in the forest.
Joy crashes in the waves.
Laughter wafts through the canopy of the jungle.
Excitement thunders through hooves on the plains.
Blood and gore drip down from the lioness' lips.
As she licks her chops, she knows her place.
No remorse, only blood lust.
She savors the taste.
I see the true evil of human nature.
Why are we cursed so?
Why do I prove to myself again my weakness?
But fear is the enemy.
To be strong, I must learn from mistakes.
For all the evil in the world, there is good.
Learn from the forest and the mountains,
as Musashi the Warrior.
Take on the streams as teachers.
Take the rock as your guide.
And be as the lioness.
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