The deepest point in the jungle, and I as its queen.
Waiting intensely for unsuspecting travelers, eyes foolishly closed,
ignoring dangers right in front of their nose.
Unaware of their own power.
Unwilling to explore their own inner jungle.
Can you blame me then?
Is it my fault they walk
so confident when blind?
Is it my fault they chose
To be running out of time,
Rather than living in the moment,
and being open and honest?
Is it my fault the blind
Dispose of the jungle
In favour of lies?
Spirit of Tara 