Unlike the Before-Time,

I don't live in a place

where I can walk out the door

and face-off with the tengu --

the testing-spirits of the mountain.

I have to go to higher elevations for that.

 

Such testing,

such fierce facing-off,

has its time and place.

 

I still recall the tales of Ushiwaka

who became a master of the sword

under the watchful eye and beak of Sojobo.

 

But endless testing

and fierce facing-off

is not what I've ever wanted

from Cupid's Arrow.

 

Tending a garden.

Yes.

Day-long walks among dragonflies.

Yes.

Letting-down within a sanctuary of soft words and arms.

Yes.

A gentle place for two world-weary souls to land.

Yes.

Sharing a midnight omelette.

Yes.

Daggers of doubt.

Swords drawn.

Once-flowering tongues turned to venom.

No.

 

Cupid, stop aiming in this direction.

I go to meet the tengu of Akiyama;

I prefer to endure my endless testing that way.


(c) 2018 / Pure Land Poetry / Frank LaRue Owen / purelandpoetry.com

sound: "Bello Revive" (Animatronix Remix) / Daniel Waples & Hang In Balance

 

 

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