Selflove

I always dream that I was the hare

that lost to the tortoise in the race affair. 

And as the turtle after his win spoke.. "... 

ashamed, before hearing him I always awoke... 

Tonight I will fight my shame... 

will sleep on and congratulate him for his wonderful game... 

So in my dream, I did not wake but to the tortoise, I waved. 

Seeing this he exclaimed..," because of,you we are saved!" 

SAVED? The oldie turtle in his winning triumph has gone crazy.. 

The race was not at all risky! He said

"I am extremely lazy....." 

"To overcome this weakness, I crawled ahead slowly. 

But the sight of you peacefully sleeping was also lovely."

He waved back saying, "You are the opposite, agile, fast, quick but restless. 

always running, hopping everywhere, and always breathless." 

Good gracious, I realized the race in between gave me sleep most peaceful. 

and to the tortoise a chance to be active and meaningful. 

" In spite of defeat, I 've learned to love myself for winning the long wanted peace, I owe this to the race."

" me too! I still love my slow lethargic self the race has actified me" replied the tortoise slowly increasing its pace.