Wednesday, October 22, 2025

To Serve

"The perfect blossom
is a rare thing.
You could spend your life looking for one,
and it would not be a wasted life.
They are all perfect!"

*** 

Today,

yes,
today I did remember

those very old memories in me...
when I held The Sword,
at the Age of warrior
on the Land of rising Sun..

I remembered in me,
The Honour in
the Blade I wore,
the sign of dignity, of freedom
on the Land of rising Sun

I reminded
what meant
to pay for mistakes
with my life...
to protect that was important

I remembered...

I still carry it
in my Heart
yet my mind has forgotten

so I've been deceitful
in so many ways
in so many days

And my Soul is ill
and crying
for the honour
I once knew
I once wore

Today I reminded..

the Time,
on the land
of Rising Sun

I found my Blade
once again

***

"I believe man does he can
until his destiny reveals to him."

***

So I reclaim my sword

it says now:
"I belong to the warrior
in whom the old ways
has joined the new."


And so be it!

Friday, October 17, 2025

Varrode lugu...

Ghost time...

when there is a time

when everything,
absolutely everything...

is too much,
overwhelming...

you!
you feel like this...
crazy.. not knowing 
what's going on...

and you retreat...
because it is too scary... too obvious...
limiting too much you freedom...!

but,
you know...

you
touched something...
spacious, dangerous,
eternally yours..
but you tired
too weary...

yet so deeply profoundly,
beautifully genuine...

you...
real you
never felt like this
about you
about me...

you... it is you...

the other tried
the dark,
weary, old, wounded you,
it tried,
to push you over the edge...

and there you were
lost in the 
confusion

naked.. untouched,
completely shaked,
very, oh god.. very moved..

completely fucked 
to the heaven...
and you felt it all..
I felt it all
surely I did..!

and then..
and you ran away..

Oh yeah,

well done, well done
indeed
this is for the best
all good memories,
remain...

running away is better
than surrendering...
because staying means
dissolving into boredom
of numbing
into
day-to-day

because

dilution is much worse.

and the...!

and in fact..

none of this matters anymore..

it's done..!

it's the past!
we are the past..
a memory in each other's memory.

I hate you...
I love you eternally

(I think you know that already, don't you?)