The One Who Wields A Sword
Quíet, resérved, she stánds on her gúard,
stéel in her hánd, fócusing ín;
then léaping and sláshing, her héart thudding hárd,
her swéat flying frée from her háir with a spín–!
And whén she has fínished, she dóes it agáin.
Óver and óver with ríght hand and léft
she wórks through her fórms, untíl her last bréath;
then sínks to a cróuch. Her stréngth has been cléft,
her stráining deféated by óncroaching déath:
her spírit still wílling, her bódy in páin
púshed to new límits, but óvercome thén.
Whát is the wísdom which fróm her we gáin?
…
Néstled withín her is áll I belíeve.
Hére she has shówn us a trúe revelátion
unlócking deep mysteries, íf we recéive
and exámine each áspect of éach implicátion.
…
she chose.
she tried.
she did…
…she died.
She wóuld have contínued, if shé had been áble;
but ténsions prévented her, wéaring her dówn.
Múscles aflúttering; bréathing unstáble;
swéat trailing óver her skín like a gówn.
Áll these resúlts we will cáll the Reáctions.
Théy were indúced. They brútely respónd.
Súff’ring of thése will be knówn as the Pássions:
pléasures or páins; háteful or fónd.
Hów were these pássions prodúced?
Whát gave exháustion her vóice?
Tráce back the cháin of indúcement:
théy were reléased by her chóice.
Áction prodúces reáction.
Reáctions set lóose one anóther.
Chíldren effécting–búilding and wrécking;
and shé willfully is their móther.
Yet…
shé hersélf was óvercóme
whéther or nót she wánted to bé.
Her pówer was nót the ábsolute Óne.
Her wíll was unáble to kéep herself frée.
Sóoner or láter she hád to succúmb
éven to fórces unléashed by her wíll;
suppréssed irresístably, óver and dóne,
bódy and mínd… yíelded and stíll.
…
Thése observátions are knówn to us áll;
in évery tíme and pláce.
Mythical rhythms withín us do fáll,
whatéver our créed or ráce.
What she can teach us
is what I will sieve.
…for nestled within her
…is all I believe…