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 -



Having crossed, 

the mirror-like scales holding indentations


fall away.


Past perception.


Even nostalgia is left behind 

where water meets the shore.



nothing holy

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

sound: Edge of the Infinite / Particle Horizon / Ascendant

Liner Notes:

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).