(image: artist unknown)
A warrior, a sword, a path un-walked, a call,
The flow of life birthing stones for the warrior to
Step on, caves for the warrior to shelter, dragons
For the warrior to tame and ride,
Rainbows for the warrior to dream,
Arms for the warrior to embrace, tears, for the
Warrior to taste; anger for the warrior to feed on
And then stand against. Mercy, to sustain
The warrior at that moment when the sword
And the naked flesh draw gasps from the universe; hurt,
For the warrior to forgive; doubt, for the warrior
To drink and swallow and spit, and ties for the warrior to brake.
Love. To nurse the warrior in the warmth of its soul.
Solitude and silence, life did create for you, warrior,
To cocoon in, and open the back of your existence.
There are no promises in this path. No golden treasures,
Nor glory nor fame nor thanks. There is only you.
At the end, warrior,
There is only you.