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You are the Tiger. You are the Cage


You are a caged tiger,

Growling at your imprisonment.

Then, a sudden revelation

Bursts open cage doors.

“There is no reason

To be bound up and jailed!”

In a fury you smash

The rules made of clay,

The putrid taste of prison dissolved

Bitter like dandelion or

Unsweetened cocoa on your tongue.

Pieces of clay,

Smashed, die,

You’ve awakened.

In open field

You run like a child

You are a particle of dust.


Like a sailboat,

One with the sea.


The dust becomes light

Blinds you.

Sharp, but no pain.


Light previously unknown

Now pummels your eyes,

Which are opened for the first time.

Fear seizes on what once was,

Then self dissolves, evaporated. . .

Now calm.

No caged tiger now.

You are dust

You are flight

You are wind.