A young yogi went out to seek guidance within.
As is customary, to the forest he went.
When he needed some food he went in town to beg
Then went back to the forest, with purpose not vague,
To continue his mantra consumed in content.
Well attuned and strong willed, there is but to begin.
As the night came he noticed a disabled fox.
He was well fed and healthy but had no front legs.
The man knew nature’s cruelty so did wonder why
She’d allow this sick creature to thrive and not die.
His concern was not too great. No questioning begs
A significant answer from out of the box.
Then the sound of a lion’s roar scared him from trance.
Quite astonished he was when he saw the large beast
Leave a big piece of meat for the lucky lame one.
He was deeply moved by what this lion had done.
He came to the conclusion that he too should feast
With no effort whatever. So, he took a chance.
After several days no food came to this man.
He became weak and withered. Then nearing his death,
An elder yogi saw him. They spoke for a bit.
“Why did you choose the lame fox? That doesn’t seem fit.
Be the generous lion ‘til your dying breath.
Don’t resign to be helpless. Do all that you can!”