06 – Leo, the Wise Lion

Leo, the Wise Lion – The Guardian of Balance

Leo sat on a rock at the river’s edge, letting his gaze wander over the painted forest. His face was divided—one half glowed in warm rust-red, the other remained calm in light and dark shades. He was the lion who carried two sides within himself: fire and silence. Order and chaos. Movement and rest.
The forest was his home, but more than that, it was his balance.

Jasper hopped here and there, Baxter rested in the shadows, and Luna quietly observed the happenings. Everyone had their place, and Leo understood them all.

“Leo! Look!” called Jasper, who had drawn a new stripe of color across a tree trunk.

Leo looked at it, taking his time before nodding. “Good. But look—does this stripe fit the tree’s story?”

Jasper blinked. “Story? It’s a tree, Leo.”

Leo smiled, a calm, knowing smile. “Everything in the forest tells a story. The question is: Do you complement it, or do you overwrite it?”

Jasper tilted his head and considered his work. Then he added a few softer lines to it.

Leo didn’t speak often, and when he did, he chose his words carefully. He was not a ruler, not a leader. He was a guardian of balance.

And he sensed—more than the others—that this balance would soon change. Something new was coming.

Leo straightened up. His gaze rested on the horizon, where the forest faded into the mist.

Leo reminds us that wisdom doesn’t lie in speaking loudly, but in listening mindfully.
He is not a leader who claims to know the way – but a guardian who holds space for others to find their own path.

Where do you hold space for others?

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Leo, the Wise Lion – The Guardian of Balance

Oil/Mixed Media on canvas, 30 x 40 cm

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He needs no extra brushstroke – Leo speaks through presence.
A silent observer with a heart of fire and light.

He is not the moment of departure –
he is the stillness just before.
A gentle mirror for those ready to see between the lines.

His gaze? Far-reaching. Awake. True.

In his face rests the balance – between chaos and clarity.
His spiral? A symbol of inner knowing. Of balance. Of quiet strength.

 

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