The Rat King

The Rat King crouched and waited
Ferociously waiting for just the right moment
Patiently and with cunning and skill
He leaped from the darkness

And in the light he came alive
Life passed through him

Like wind that can be felt with the fingertips
Yet can not be grasped
Like the warmth of the sun
On a cold winter day
Like a kiss
The kiss of love

Pure shared energy
Shared with the universe
Energy with a contract
Energy that must be enjoyed
And shared again

And he moved
Propelled by attention
Dancing unaware in the moment
The only moment that is

He surrendered to it
And was thankful for everything
For every being who touched him
And for the opportunity

The opportunity to be
Totally free
And alive

And he vowed to return
Again and again

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