I watched as a lion strode down the path.
He carried on top of him a black panther.
Attached, they were, fused together, belly to back.
The panther’s atrophied legs flopped about.
I was not frightened, only horrified.
Eight years, I was told.
For eight years they had been bound together.
……………………..
I am the lion. Fierce, beautiful, strong and loyal.
On my back rides cruelty. The nine of swords.
Mental cruelty, which I have inflicted on myself.
Only the torch, the flaming staff, conquers the parasitic mind.
Only I can release the panther.
It will die without me. So it must be.
As I can not live with it.
S. Conde
Very interesting post – im interested in how u came to it – it really does describe much of the misery that can come to a human. – excellent post
Thanks Patrick. 🙂 The top portion was the second in a series of animal dreams I had. There were several valid ways I thought the dream could be interpreted, so I turned to the cards for clarification. (Say what you will, they speak to me as a key to my psyche. In my world, they are a living, breathing oracle.) The bottom portion was the interpretation I arrived at after consulting the cards. Really glad you enjoyed the post, thanks for reading and commenting.
Poetic beauty.
Thank you Jaime. oxo