This morning I saw a dancing bear.
It was dancing in the woods, entertaining all the other animals that live there.
I ask myself, why should I care?
Anything so obtuse must be designed to confuse?
Was he dancing to entertain or emolliate my fears?
Surely this must be a ruse?
For, I know hidden in the woods must be another bigger than him
waiting to pounce on those unaware.
Wisdom learnt and beauty gained for so long I have fallowed the plains of illusions believing in foreign things. I am gaining strength, for I need to survive. I can no longer run away and need to move forward into the unknown with an emboldened heart.
Why believe in their lies and sow the seeds of self-delusions? They have you believe so they can capture your soul, present you with false hope and breathless visions…hubris and manor to the greedy and insecure.
I can no longer give at the expense of myself. And feel cheated because I allow myself to be abused. Capable am I because I can feel empathy.
The Hoti’s belief that a human is defined by the actions that define it: humane behaviours; a pig walking through a village in the midday heat cannot be thus because this action is out of character with those that define it. Why then do I choose to believe in phantom pigs and boars? Vanity reigns supreme to en harbour faith in false icons, for there are some many.