Looking for that anchor of good and beauty. Sometimes it is just feeling other times it is more than that. The feeling tone of my oneness with God. It is not a striving. Sometimes it is searching until you just let go from sheer exhaustion and you find the place where it always was is there, where it has always been at the center or your inner chamber.
When you relax into it the ember glows with possibilities and reassurance. Things are always working out for you. You are more than a part of a greater power. You have full access. You are the image and likeness. Capable of great works.
She roars, purrs and manages my anger.
Boiling at times even seething at my calmness of the situation
Her angers pushes against the bars of decency and expected behavior.
Eventually roaring becomes mumbling and pacing.
Soon there is peace then confidence. The Tiger joins me.
Or maybe I join her. Something soothes the beast.
Her beauty and strength have become essential to my survival.
I embrace her from the core of who I am.
I love the beast. When we wrestle I feel … so alive!
If she is quiet by my side, I feel peace in her heartbeat.
When I walk, roam, hunt or enter a meeting,
Her strength is my confidence.