#UNCAGE YOUR INNER ANIMAL
Her vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold
anything else. It seems to her there are
a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world.
As she paces in cramped circles, over and over, the movement of her powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.
Only at times, the curtain of the pupils
lifts, quietly–. An image enters in,
rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles, plunges into the heart and is gone.
the panther – Rainer Maria Rilke
Isadora di Domenico