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