The Salamander and the Lion~ a zen parable

(written at two a.m., when all I could hear was the ticking of my low pressured heart, tranquil sleep music, and the bursting rocket sounds of my twenty year old air conditioner-- sounding like a Verdi opera in slow mo)................ ...............salamander at the door-- there is no going back to a small life- that dearth like shrinking--so others can swing the baton, dictate my fate--- .......lion in my house--arms, legs, and torso grow-- as soul courses out of the amniotic sac-- a nascent gathering of humble pie--- as happily as children collect leaves, and roll down a grassy hill in autumn.... as purposefully as i grow my own purple wings-- defying gravity.... as elegantly as a single flower-- who believes kindness matters- in sunshine and in rain.... caring for others at the cost of losing one's selfishness- restoring mahogany canoe-- with a fresh stroke of prussian blue