Greatness

I wish I had skipped greatness.

Devotees come with high expectations, and I have to live up to it- confined within rocky boundary lines. I replicated myself in the process of expansion. It’s not easy to grow at that rate. But I cannot move.

I envy that tiny bird which flies in the sky, exploring the world, deciding which tree or branch to land on. It looks for places where pollution is less, skies are clear and the population is friendly.

Hey, birdie! The devotees do not know you are the real thing. Whatever they worship is soulless. You are my soul – of freedom, of growth, of the secrets of existence….

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