I watched this Lion King for a good 20 minutes.
He rested on top of this giant rock without a care in the world.
I felt his being.
He couldn’t have cared less what I thought of him.
My opinion of him meant nothing.
Such was his pride and confidence in his DNA.
This may sound strange me saying this, neverthless, it is true.
I cannot speak to the animals like Doctor Doolittle, no.
This Lion spoke to me in the language of “BEING”.
This is who “I AM”.
I was left with the feeling….”WHO THE HELL AM I”
Beyond my name and status.
In the final analysis, in the relam of being, I am NOTHING and yet, I represent the possibility of EVERYTHING.
This Lion King spoke to me in the language of KINGS.
I felt it.
This image inspires me to remember who I am at the source level of “MY DNA”, as the will of the liivng force intended.
“The authentic self is the soul made visible”.
Sarah Ban Breathnach