dare to challenge me
a mere mortal
on matters of survival?

I dare you to survive the wrath
of hate

I dare you to survive the wrath
of forgiveness

I dare you to survive the wrath
of the Universe

I dare you to feel Love

“Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly,
'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
And I've a many curious things to show when you are there.”

“Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “to ask me is in vain,
For who goes up your winding stair
-can ne'er come down again.”

~By Mary Howitt, 1829

Walking the quiet path
through the ancient forest
filled with snakes and spiders
some say, there might even be Tigers!

the hounds, the hounds
come baying at his heels

the hounds, the hounds!
the breath of death he feels

when the Eagle is soaring high
in the mid afternoon sky
don't run, little one!

be cool, like in a swimming pool~~~
don't be brave, don't be a hero
try to become absolute zero...

the eye in the sky
is looking for weakness, despair
always watching, in the cool summer air..

you can run like a rabbit
always looking up,
or you can fly like the Eagle

in the cool summer sky

lost at sea, adrift
just you and me..
nothing as far as the eye can see

high in my castle tower
far away from the winter flower
a little bee zooms in

my dog looking at me
all she can see
is mayhem and madness!!!

why why she looks
can one be scared
of a little bee?

lucky dog never played with fire
lucky dog never been the center
of the furious, angry Empire!

my dearest little honey bee
with the least amount of struggle
I will set thee free..