I heard about a yogini.
She was sitting down enjoying the breeze while her laundry dried on the line.
A pride of lions came,
passing by the yogini:
they ate her family.
The lions’ appetites being filled,
they laid around the yogini,
under her shade,
and fell asleep.
After days of playing around her,
and the babies being loved,
the pride took the yogini in.
For years they lived in peace,
respecting each other’s ways
and enjoying each other’s presence.
Then one day
a younger lion came in ?
a wild lion,
and chased the king away.
Having dispatched the king and his cubs,
the new leader came over to the yogini.
She just sat there
with a knowing smile on her face.
Opening her arms,
the young lion
tore off
her face.