Faintly revealed by dawn’s first light, the sun rose upon the shimmering fringe of a wanting image, standing patiently awaiting instruction.
It was the first time time was not present from the start.
Silently he stood. Without warning, a gentle hand settled upon the young warrior’s shoulder. With calm assertion the old patriarch proceeded to speak; “I have no lessons for you today. there is nothing further to teach. You are complete,” said the old man. “I need only persuade you.” “Persuade me? What is it I miss?” The young warrior replied. “To reclaim what was never taken unfolds itself directly.” said the elder. And what is it that I fail to comprehend?” persisted the sturdy young statesman. The old noble stepped closer, aligning his gaze. With an affirming tone, said to the young heir, “That you are the one true king!”
Years passed, his words endured, but the old patriarch had long since faded. On the field of battle he stood alone, no shield left to guard the throne, amidst the shrieking cry of festering countrymen. With nowhere to turn, he retreated to learn from the only place that remained—seeking not refuge but resolve. In stillness he entered a unified realm—stripped of schism. A realm where everything and nothing occupy the same breath. In solitude he stood at the thin edge of conception. There he heard a familiar voice reverberating with clarity.
In reconition he stepped forward from his shadow as a viper sheds its ill-fitted skin.
The illusions of the world fell silent. Divisions collapsed. The universe came into focus.
Only one truth remained—
and he was that!
by K. Osei
👏 👏 👏 and the growl 🐯 of a lioness.