Watching that leopard in the cage, a sense of commiseration grips my heart.
I am in a zoo.
Why I visit a zoo, I don’t know! Perhaps, I love animals. Or is it the sight of a living being, struggling to be free, quenches the beastly desires that are latent in me?
The leopard, as I know, is a symbol of agility and acceleration. How come he is made to sit and brood in this cubic dimension of rusted iron rods? Did they try to simulate the conditions with a metallic forest?
What was the need of this arrangement? How did they figure out that encaging a big cat would make a good sight?
How can children learn about the beauty of a sylvan creature if they are tempted to offer peanuts to it, but are told to keep off because it might bite them?
Isn’t all this shallow and unnatural?
How do you plan to save the fauna by limiting the way they exist?
But surprisingly, the leopard is not sad. His eyes are calm and unremorseful. It seems he has not yet given up.
A new spiritual calm seems to have dawned on him. He seems to be at peace with his surroundings by transcending his very nature. It’s like overcoming the adversity without fighting it.
Ah, I think this leopard will initiate me into this unexplored spiritual realm.
I bow to you, O master! You used your speed to quickly conquer new heights of victory.