~ Katana ~

Gentle rhythms
Silence the night
Cut by the blade of the sword

In one single swooping action
Everything cuts way to the NOW
A captured  moment of freedom

Inevitable death
Performed daily in trance
Is the substance to the way of the samurai

10,000 arrows will not rip me apart
Nor will rifles,
Spears or swords

May I be carried away by surging waves
Thrown into the midst of a raging fire
Or struck by lightning from the Gods above

But to bring death upon a master . . .

I will die 10,000 deaths
Consider me dead
My soul becomes one with the sword

© Raja Williams