Meditations

Sometimes I close my eyes and I see myself at top of a mountain.It really soothes me.I see myself wearing a pair of loose and light pants. A red belt is hanging to the side. A «kimono» type of shirt covers my upper body. I’m holding a sword with my two hands. The blade is slim and long. The grip is made of black leather. I imagine it slicing through the air as I’m swinging it. Nothing can harm me while I’m practicing my stances. I’m Invincible. My goal is to make myself better at swordfightitng. Every action is calculated . This is to strike fear. The next is a blow against injustice. Breath in, breath out. A little more. I rotate myself hacking diagonally. I stand my ground. No one passes through here…

A flame is rising from the bottom of my spine to fill my lungs with roaring power as the first opponent reaches the area. Forward piercing strike for this one. He dodges ,trying to «insult» my technique. I’m not offended. I inhale. My shield is my purpose. Battered and scared from so many battles I can’t yield now.» You are not enough» he says. I run towards his lifted blade and at the last moment I slide underneath, hammering his side with my elbow, causing him to trip and fall. I offer him the right to surrender. I persuade him to join the light. I can no longer see or hear any response..

My warrior sits on his knees ,with hands resting upon them. The sword lies flat on the ground next to him. The morning breeze shuffles the leaves of the all-green forest which surrounds the scene. I slowly open my eyes, finding myself sitting on my mat. It’s really early in the morning. I am still alive. Seeking to find some truths. My heart is calm. I’m alive. The ultimate gift. I’m a tiny part of the world..