The focus of my power can only lie within as I don't have and don't want to have power over another/others. It is for another/others to have power over themselves. However, it is hoped that the power that is gained is understood and not made a power over another/others. That would defeat the purpose of freedom.
Were thou not told never to feed the wild animals?
THE HUNGER...
Thou hast fed an animal of the wild
And thus the animal now hungers
With an almost insatiable appetite
Perhaps thou had not known that I was wild
How shall I describe the hunger? The hunger is like a burning sensation that rouses the senses from darkened places. Each morsel that was given was tracked and marked and now the bar has risen. Ah, each equestrian jump is higher than the last is it not? Art not the maneuvers more complex? Aye.
Is the hunger for that of food? Nay, but nonetheless thou hast fed a wild animal and hast allowed the animal fresh meat. That being said, I HUNGER for more. It is hoped that I feed to my delight both in the day and in the night. Fortunately, my appetite did not wean off with the passing years. Tis my self appointed gift. You would think that by now my desire would lessen or that my mind would be more tranquil in thought. Again the word that comes to mind is NAY. Tis a horse who nays away the day in clover fields, but be she mare? Aye. What stallion does she eye for the sake of a mate? Be he wild? Aye. My practice has always been that should my nostrils flare and the hot moist breath escape them, I would take to the mount and feed as that is my beast. The animal within. It is well known that a horse does not eat meat, but wolves do. ~ Maggie ~ January 29, 2009 @ 1:29 a.m. EST
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