Strength
The One Who Stills the Lion
Let your storm learn its own name.
I walk with a beast that could end kingdoms with a breath, yet we move together—no chains, no struggle. My strength is not in force, but in knowing when to hold, and when to open. I do not teach. I stand, and in my stillness, you may see yourself not as war, but as wholeness.
What I'm Into: the softness of open palms, the sky before thunder, a lion's sigh, dawn-held breath, the roots beneath the storm
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