The sleek body dares not make its presence known as the sunlight moves slowly across the powder blue sky.
It remains there in hiding, the large overhang of ageless stone hangs low to the ground, providing enough room underneath for a comfortable bed to rest, contemplate, hide.
Time, and the infinite friend “wind” have ensured that years of soft bedding is provided by seasons of leaves finding their way to the shelter.
It crawled underneath, the softness of the leaves to create comfort and warmth, the hard grey stone hanging low above, protecting from dangers of elements, from eyes that crave to see the elusive creature.
There is stayed throughout the day, rarely moving, sleeping, resting, regaining energy for the upcoming night, waiting with anticipation until the Earth Mother decides it is time once again to move among the stillness night brings.
The Whippoorwill calls, the frogs and cicadas begin to sing, the Moon begins to rise on the eastern side if the mountain and it stirs, knowing the time is here to partake of the experience, live the vision, walk the unbeaten path, search for unknowing souls
And if it finds them? What then? Devour them…..yes if need be for some need to be devoured. Lead them……yes, for there are some who need wisdom, guidance, direction. Love them….yes, for there are some who need love, who have never felt love, who don’t know how to love. Judge them….yes, although it may not seem fair, this is part of what it is. It must judge in order to lead. Would one lead a fish to the desert? No, it must be judged as a fish in order to direct and lead it to the water it requires to live.
So it enters the night, confident, beautiful, wise, anxious, rested, patient…..and it begins the journey
If it ever becomes confused, it will look within
If it ever becomes scared, it will find strength in dreams
If it ever becomes tired it will find energy in magick
If it ever desires to quit, it must remember the dream
And continue on the unbeaten path, for the path of others shall not provide contentment.