Sword master

This is the sword which gives life

It can kill, or heal

Cutting the unprepared mind in twain

Total acceptance of my own Destruction

And the Annihilation of my beliefs

Even as I sense the pain of my death

It is mere sensation

There is no blank tablo

All is prepared

I invite death in

We sit and drink tea

While others fear him

I bred fortitude in the face of our enemy

I have become the sword of life

And none shall rule me

I play the social role but am not bound to it

I am just but do not play at goodness

A faultshood

the shadow is part of my character

and I act as such

I define my self

Always the sword will test my soul

And I welcome its action

Comfort is for the weak of spirit

Convince yourself you are a dog

And you become a dog

Called to heel

Bound as a slave

But even a slave is not a slave

With unbounded spirit and zanshin

In truth there is no I , I am the wind