There is a war,
A war beneath,
In where we rage
For what we seek,
Or where we can
Find inner peace,
Where we can find
Our inner peace.
We meditate,
On what we think.
We meditate,
On what we think.
The Master's Soul
Knows what to keep
And what to throw away.
Up to the clouds
They fade away;
What should stay?
What should stay?
Self-control,
Flesh and Spirit,
What's in you?
Are they just feelings?
The Mastered Soul
Knows to control,
To maintain
A better role.
Wisdom paired up
With knowledge,
Parries off the fool;
Not a toy,
Not a toy,
But it is a tool.
Like a blade,
Like the grass,
One swings while
The other goes.
There's a force,
There's a wait;
The Mastered Soul
Just knows.
Balanced soul,
Thin tight rope,
But it is wide
Because of hope.
Mastered soul,
Sways a sword,
Balance soft,
Feet and soul.
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War Underneath
PoetryWords and thoughts about things that are fought within the heart, soul, and mind. The flesh is weak, but the spirit is willing; And the dog you choose to feed will win. ~~~~~ Author Note: I will warn you that words can wield just like a sword and t...
