Hold my breath,
Close my eyes,
Cross my fingers,
Kneel down on the ground.
Feel the swaying leaves,
And this hazy dusk.
Sweat slides gently off my face,
Heartbeat slows right down,
Darkness ebbs away.
The wooden floor and the twilight sun,
Illuminate the floating dust.
Discover the wounds,
Recall all the regrets,
Ignore the sense of guilt.
Every moment of joy is gone,
Neglect without consideration,
Every thought must be erased,
No mind in me at all.
Open eyes wide with no conscious thoughts,
Rise up tall as though no gravity exists,
Reach my hand towards the sharpened sword,
Tie the saya to my belt.
Draw the radiating blade,
Raise my hand and stare ahead,
Caress the edge with my spirit,
Commune with the blade and become one.
Exhale and slash through the air,
Hear the sound of the slicing sword,
Destroy the imaginary foe,
Prideless lancinate dissonance.
Stay mindless with no care for life,
Watch the waves of internal silence,
Lacunar thoughts kill sense of self.