you cannot tame an ancient lion.
he already knows more than you
and besides, his claws are real.
you cannot fill a bucket with hope.
if you try to contain your longing
it always spills over the edges.
you cannot hide your bruises.
they are the map of your existence
and without them, you are lost.
you cannot whisper to a rose.
there is nothing you could say
it has not heard before.
you can only smile at the mountain.
let it climb its way through your heart
and then listen, for the echo.