Nice write lady. I have seen so many stuffed animals over the years. I look very closely to see if their soul showing through somewhere. All I usually see is sadness reflected in their stance.

We are locked in the ego-cage of, "I", "me", "mine", what is it we desire to be, the lion, to be free...or see all the doors of the cosmic prison close on us with a clang of eternal iron, telling us that our emancipation is a dream and our dungeon a necessity? Probably something much simpler...