Soul in a Box
One of the saddest things I saw in a Bird Park in Asia a couple of decades ago was an eagle with its wing feathers clipped. It was also chained to an iron stake in the ground.
It had all the potential to soar in the heavens but was constrained by humans of its natural abilities.
Perhaps it affected me so profoundly because I accepted that I, too, was destined to soar with heart-inspired love, but, like that…