A door opens.
A landscape appears.
You're only allowed to bring one thing with you;
that which you've cultivated within.
What travels with you, Traveler?
What do you carry with you on the road ahead?
From where did you come?
Where will you go?
- questions from a traveler, dream snippet #372 -
the mirror-like scales holding indentations
Even nostalgia is left behind
where water meets the shore.
ever truly leaves us completely.
But today, the Blood Moon
grants a full transfusion of the rest.
Iron and steel
from our melted down swords
flows through our veins now
and a fresh suit of armor is placed upon our form.
Tempered in Fudo's fire,
the ancient vest is made to last ten thousand years.
Glowing yet invisible to the naked eye,
the only ones that will take notice of it
are those who can see garments of woven light,
or those who notice
you aren't carrying around any useless weight anymore.
"Transit .:. Having Crossed" / from Alightenment: New Dispatches from The Way
(c) 2018 / Frank LaRue Owen (Wandering Stone Lantern) / purelandpoetry.com
Fudo: Fudo Myo-o is a protector deity in Mikkyo (Shingon Esoteric Buddhism) and Shugendo. In his left hand, he holds a rope for catching and binding demons. In his right hand, he holds a devil-subduing sword (representing wisdom cutting through ignorance).