Having made a study

of Earth, Air, Fire, Water, and Void,

the warrior-artist picks up the brush

and puts away their sword.

Having sidestepped the traps

of Mara’s handsome sons and alluring daughters,

the warrior-artist focuses energy-attraction

toward the practice of journeying with night-traveling feathers.

Having seen the emptiness of form,

having made the practice of non-attachment like a second skin,

the warrior-artist sweeps away the hooks of others,

moves past the Floating World of projections.

Having broken down

the scaffolding of the dense-bodied self,

the aura of the wayfaring warrior-artist becomes

a billowing white cloud blown about by autumn gusts.

Having stepped beyond the world of red dust,

having tasted the true nectar of freedom

in the green world at the edge of town,

the warrior-artist becomes a citizen of the void

and learns the old way of walking alone.


(c) 2018 / Frank LaRue Owen (Wandering Stone Lantern) / purelandpoetry.com

sound: Taking the Void / Particle Horizon / Ascendant

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