Playful Demiurge, I won't describe you like those old scrolls. You are a Perpetual Allowness; the resistance to your nature elicits the Lion of all the catastrophes to appear. He has the mother ocean colors, as his biting defeats others but doesn't kill. Motherly is his teaching, but sometimes he won't forgive and using his solar, golden colors, he'll burn whoever represents a major obstacle for his child of Chaos, the one who is the son of giveness and receptiveness, both at the same time, a perfect flow, unbearable for our mental castles that aim stability; the sweet illusion that becomes the Lion banquet.
Demiurgo juguetón, no te pinto como dicen los textos. Eres un Permitir perpetuo; y la resistencia a tu naturaleza evoca al León de las catástrofes; tiene el color de la madre océano, porque su quijada aprieta pero no mata; es materno en su lección; pero también hay dorado en el, si hace falta, su aspecto solar y quemante reducirá a cenizas a quien obstruya uno de los siete corazones del Niño del caos, aquel que es hijo del dar y del recibir, ambas a la vez, un fluir perfecto, terroríficamente insoportable para nuestros castillos mentales, esos que el León ama destruir.