and now
as i ready myself
to face my death
my enemy stands
ready
and perfect
thoughts
since childhood
in preparation
for this moment
a sword
hanging
above my head
a lullaby
suckled
on mortality
and weaned
to be a vengeful
ghost
cold lightning
drawn
from the storm
on my hip
i ride the wind
onto the field
the name of my master
my only prayer
cherry blossoms
raining down
to wash away
my fear
and though
we both die
today
i find perfection
in my enemy
our mingled blood
making us
brothers
all life
a dream
this end
the only
reality
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I just got home after spending 4 hours in aikido class practicing with bokken. To find this here, well, I really feel it.Nicely done.