I give myself to others in a shape I choose, and that shape will change – from moment to moment, from face to face. No two people can experience me in an identical manner.
Individuals can accept my offer, or they can decline, but they are not in the position to erase the lines I drew, and start sketching a silhouette that is more to their taste.
I might be soft like the clouds, but I hide thunder that decides what form I will take.
That thunder is my law,
I choose my own shape.
Spirit of Tara 