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Arrogant, armed, and assholic
With a small talent
For mayhem and violence
Not much of a resume
But, unfortunately, they
Can be found everywhere
Strutting, focused on belly and phallus
Foot-soldiers for those
Who see the future
In terms of greed and power
Self-indulgence and authority
Rather than responsibility, self-control,
Understanding, and community
At first the Way of the Sword
Has a surface appeal
Till a bewildered understanding
Takes place or is imposed
For it is not easy for some
To understand or value
That a sword in the sheath is priceless, or
That the cleanest cut is the cut withheld
And to comprehend the Sword of No-Sword, even less so
For those focused only on Something
This is impossible to understand
Or to grasp that only the Sword of No-Sword
Is sharp enough to cut Nothing
What lies at the end of knowing?
After pulling back the layers...
The layers and layers
Chasing after this retreating question
Deeper and deeper into the abyss
Within the mind, a vortex
Where even light is darkness
Where there is nothing but nothing
A nothing that absorbs everything
Yet reflects back nothing
What lies there in this place
Where even "me" and "I" have no meaning?
Is there anything at the core?
Or does nothing lie at the end of knowing?
Who knows? But the sky is very blue!