I received a perfectly square book with mostly blank pages—a journal. Scattered throughout were quotes from the poet Rumi and whimsical, streaky pictures. In 2004, I began to fill its pages with reflections on my loves, losses, and whatever wisdom I had at the time.
I’d like to share some of those entries with you, especially for days when inspiration feels elusive, and I need something simple yet meaningful.
This is the first in the series. It’s called “Spirit of the Tiger.”
Spirit of the Tiger
The tiger in the cage endlessly paces,
Looking in the distance past all the faces.
He knows what they don’t for he’s on a different path,
Soon they will be gone, will have received the wrath.
A smirk reaches his countenance but not one will see,
Too busy in their routine for the spirit of He.
Going On 40 