The Bear and the Buddha
I want to be a samurai three hundred years ago
watching the sun advance upon the sea:
a man with sinews of a bear
and mind of Buddha.
I shall have such arms
to make curved steel catch the sun just so.
I shall feel blood like red honey
sticking to my fingers.
Men will tug upon my sleeves
while women swoon for my sweaty thighs.
And all will know
and tuck their heads
in honor.
I am great
so great
that I can shed my pride
my youth
my grief
my want for love.
Breath alone
naked to the mountain.
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