I am just a cub,
Alone in a garden of flowers.
And as much as I delight in being seen by others,
I long, with all my being, to finally know myself.
As the world pauses to take a breath,
I press forward with quiet courage.
Freedom unfurls its petals within me,
Opening in this very moment.
So I take the leap of faith, and jump.
At the beginning of that journey,
The garden feels as though it tears my flesh apart—
A disturbingly pleasant sensation,
For I have walked among these realms before,
Before I even knew how to shape sound with my voice.
Without rushing,
Without making the water tremble,
The conscious mind gives way,
Leaving space for the adventure to blossom.
So it begins.
The traveler’s portal opens its radiant chest,
And the cub passes through.
From that realm of truth, I drift back in time,
Peering through binoculars at ancient predators,
Studying their movements,
Tracing them like vines across memory.
Once, the creatures noticed my gaze—
And though they attacked, I escaped
With only a scratch on my paw,
A scar like a thorn’s kiss.
I return to the present garden,
But the traveler aches for more.
And so, it begins again.
The next realm blooms in Atlantis.
The cub now breathes beneath sapphire waters,
Transformed into a creature of the deep,
A flower of the ocean’s secret garden.
I drift among coral columns and temple ruins,
Their stories flowing into me
Like nectar through a stem.
My touch gathers their forgotten whispers,
Petal by petal, memory by memory.
At last, the fuel of wonder fades,
And the traveler must return.
The garden door calls softly,
Its blossoms swaying in welcome.
I leap once more,
And with gratitude, reality gathers me gently
Back into its fragrant arms.
Oct 25, 2025
Oct 25, 2025 at 7:31 AM UTC
I am just a cub,
Alone in a garden of flowers.
And as much as I delight in being seen by others,
I long, with all my being, to finally know myself.
As the world pauses to take a breath,
I press forward with quiet courage.
Freedom unfurls its petals within me,
Opening in this very moment.
So I take the leap of faith, and jump.
At the beginning of that journey,
The garden feels as though it tears my flesh apart—
A disturbingly pleasant sensation,
For I have walked among these realms before,
Before I even knew how to shape sound with my voice.
Without rushing,
Without making the water tremble,
The conscious mind gives way,
Leaving space for the adventure to blossom.
So it begins.
The traveler’s portal opens its radiant chest,
And the cub passes through.
From that realm of truth, I drift back in time,
Peering through binoculars at ancient predators,
Studying their movements,
Tracing them like vines across memory.
Once, the creatures noticed my gaze—
And though they attacked, I escaped
With only a scratch on my paw,
A scar like a thorn’s kiss.
I return to the present garden,
But the traveler aches for more.
And so, it begins again.
The next realm blooms in Atlantis.
The cub now breathes beneath sapphire waters,
Transformed into a creature of the deep,
A flower of the ocean’s secret garden.
I drift among coral columns and temple ruins,
Their stories flowing into me
Like nectar through a stem.
My touch gathers their forgotten whispers,
Petal by petal, memory by memory.
At last, the fuel of wonder fades,
And the traveler must return.
The garden door calls softly,
Its blossoms swaying in welcome.
I leap once more,
And with gratitude, reality gathers me gently
Back into its fragrant arms.