reply to post by AnimositisominA
See me in you.
See you in the world.
See the trophy of your triumph in the crown of your enemy.
See the order of your purpose in the chaos of the universe.
See the glory of your life in the rise and fall of the people.
See yourself not, see not the world, see not the things that are you, see not the thing you are.
See the sight of blind men.
Hear me in you.
Listen to yourself in the voice of the world.
The symphony of life playing the perfect song. The greatest song in the world being sung in echo of its tribute.
The graves of wise men, the graves of heroes.
The cribs of kings, the cribs of warriors.
The end into the beginning, the beginning flowing into the end. endless birth, certain death.
The measure of great harmony is the measure of the melody that its choir can carry.
Hear the epic song of simple silence. Sing the heart beat that is you. Speak the mind of that which is mute.
The fresh, cool stream of rebirth flows into the tired and charred and washes away their misery.
The soft living rain falls upon our lips and spills into our thirsty, dry mouths. We smile earnestly and sincerely as the first drop splashes and
explodes upon our tongues.
The warrior, the defender of peace. The war- The peace.
Sometimes the two are one, sometimes they are opposed.
Always each is true to its purpose. Always their triumph is the unity of their common victory.
When the warrior and the peace are one, they are eternal. When they flow opposed yet true to themselves, both perish. The eternal warrior is the
peaceful warrior. The defender of peace is not the war, it's the warrior.
edit on 18-2-2012 by casenately because: more, more