6/22/08

Sitting Samurai


Sitting Samurai
Originally uploaded by A Schultz.

(This poem is the rough draft - please check back for edits)

(7/17/08 - here's the second edit)

“Come here and listen my son

The samurai sits,
asleep in his thoughts
but awake in his movements through the clouds
his reflections an open window to a world
where his brother is alive

The brother waits,
floating in his own world of clouds and blue sky
But the samurai guards the window
waiting to avenge his brothers absence
They both wait for you

We train every day with breath and movement
running through time, swimming in reverie
Our thoughts commenting on our lives
Our actions commenting on our thoughts

We train every night with breath and movement
running in water, swimming through air
Our dreams commenting on our actions
Our lives commenting on our dreams

Take your breath, take your movement
and shape them
into a long sharp blade
Its profile will then become a mirror
And when you look into this mirror
you will see a brother

He floats, cross-legged, sheathed in silence
but humming with determination
Waiting for you to make your move
To scratch the silver off the glass

The window never closes”