Sunday, August 14, 2011
My name conquers other acts,
In a war you hesitate from the evil ones;
Then slight flurries of arrows are shot,
I hear them from a distance,
They are well in my stomach by now.
Even in the rains, my preaching has absorbed
The followers of my heart and head;
Knowing solves everything, all of me,
And my discipline has kept risking a heart,
The hearts all know the difference.