| THE SNOW LEOPARD I was born a million years ago and came here with eyes that could see only fire flies. I searched snow-covered mountains, always an outsider looking in. My sisters had gifts to share, but no one listened as they passed by, whispers that seemed untouchable. As Snow Leopard grew older, she climbed up an ancient tree, she looks through the cell in her cage at the Zoo. It seemed to comfort her when I came to listen to her stories, those sweet little meows, that brought tears to my eyes. My comfort came in her knowing of my prison, that I couldn't set her free. So I shared Snow Leopards story one day with the Keeper, who gave me a look of great dis-belief. In my silent reply, I used Imagination and Love, and transmuted her dream as we stared into each other's eyes, just as Snow Leopard gift was taught to me. Mary Novak, Seattle, WA |
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March 2004 |
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