A Poem: Art of a Warrior

[Mark7]

Being more or less aware of what's coming down the pike for us all is stressful to say the least. It's most always better to do something rather than nothing... except brooding.

so...


The Art of a Warrior


Ha! the greatest nation on earth,
seeds of it's own destruction present at birth.
Leader of the free world - what a dud!
leading only in playing in mud.

Our lot, it seems,
happiness only in dreams.
Great wisdom ever again forgot,
worm dieth not.
No food for the moon,
destruction coming soon.

This mechanical gollum will only bring,
great unintentional suffering.
Yet in this forge may yet wake...
breath in the corpse, fire in the lake!

For great worthies, caring, say,
help is on the way!
Every day I pray...
I won't be a dope,
nor drop the pure hope.

Two ends of one stick,
and "time"... it still ticks.
Cosmic Mind, may I not go under...
balance terror and wonder.

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Carlos Castaneda's Don Juan: The true art of a warrior is to balance terror and wonder; (paraphrase).

[edit: capitalization, spelling, some wording]

 

[SeekinTruth]

:) Keep practicing that balancing act, it's a tough one. And no brooding allowed (at least not for too long). :)

 

[Mark7]

Keep practicing that balancing act, it's a tough one. And no brooding allowed (at least not for too long).

Thanks... brooding is definitely a program of mine, at least nowadays I can catch myself, and sometimes, at least, break out of it.