I was once a lion
of unseen wilds—
my roar, a clap of thunder;
my gaze, a lightning strike.
I ruled the desert of desire,
sovereign of my own breath.
I believed the throne lay beneath my feet,
that my voice could shape
the rhythm of the earth.
But Time, that silent sage,
whispered a secret to my soul:
Beyond the roar, there lies a deeper sound—
a silence fiercer than wrath,
a majesty veiled in humility.
Another kingdom waited,
where crowns are woven of light,
and victory is called surrender.
The dust of longing settled;
my feet grew still.
Power cloaked itself in knowing,
and knowing gave birth to peace.
The fire that once scorched
the forest of the mind
now illumines
the throne of the heart.
Now I reign in an unseen realm,
where command is the fragrance of love,
and power, the radiance of devotion.
My journey unfolds
beneath an unseen star.
I return
to the primal spring,
where the soul's robe
shimmers in wisdom's light.
I am reborn—
the knower of a new life,
breathing from nature's first breath.
My footprints trace the path:
from alpha to sovereign,
from strength to presence,
from will to wonder.
And thus, greatness reveals its face—
turning motion into stillness,
until the lion's heart
dissolves in light.
—October 9,2025
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A wonderful and powerful poem that echoes the faces of greatness. It gives wisdom in beautiful poetic expressions. To my favorites.