I cannot be an eagle, though I wish to fly high
I am blessed with a penetrating vision that cuts through veils and layers of deception. Yet, what I see is an adversary, not a prey.
Shedding feathers is painful, as the stories about eagles plucking feathers in isolation say. They rebirth and live for another 30 years. Extraneous foliage needs to go, if my soul has to emerge.
it takes rare courage to amputate parts of soul let the light shine through