Of swords, shields and bowls

Only in the face of seeming futility
Can one truly choose to embrace life
Upon the razors edge of your enemies sword
Will you walk the narrow path
With bleeding feet, with exposed bones
You will tread fast and true till you
See your enemies face in the light of life
Where he will be known as none other then the self
Finally then may you lay your sword and shield down
No longer at war with the world outside or in
You take up the bowl, not as a begger
But as an outward manifistaion
Of the vessel you have become
No longer resisting
No longer in denial
You allow the blessings of the one and the many
To fill the void you have prepared within your self
So you may share the wellspring
In accordance with the great spirit