a tiger that devours me

2.2.18 ~ Fota Wildlife Park, Carrigtwohill, Cork, Ireland ~ Sumatran tiger

Time is the substance from which I am made. Time is a river which carries me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger that devours me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire that consumes me, but I am the fire.
~ Jorge Luis Borges
(Labyrinths: A New Refutation of Time)

10 thoughts on “a tiger that devours me”

    1. I have a thing for mindfulness metaphors, the illustrations help me to “see” things that regular words fail to convey to my “thinking in pictures” mind. 🙂

  1. All that we are…river, tiger, fire. And here we thought we were a separate self, only a human body mind… hope you are well, river tiger fire friend.

    1. Thank you, Kathy! We are so very many things, aren’t we? Going for my final radiation treatment this afternoon, bringing along the head cold I picked up in Ireland. I am the cold… I am the cancer…

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