Archive | January, 2012

Ronin

31 Jan

“Public opinion is a weak tyrant, compared with our private opinion – what a man thinks of himself, that is which determines, or rather indicates his fate” ~Henry David Thoreau

Ronin

In feudal Japan there was a
Specific samurai
Called “Ronin” who had lost a master
And was urged to die

Their loyalty meant much to them
And so it was believed
When the master they served was
Gone, they would not be grieved

The samurai would take his sword
And commit “seppuku”
Suicide so that to their
Master they could stay true

“Ronin” was the name given
To those who wouldn’t end
Their own lives and received great shame
From those that did depend

Still on living masters, Ronin
Were held with disdain
Labeled outcasts by the others
To wander the plain

It wasn’t until recently
That I gave this more thought
I’ve come to see the Ronin as
More than what we’ve been taught

The more I’ve pondered, I have seen
The opposite is true
Ronin were not cowardly
‘Cause they did not die too

Maybe it took courage to
Live on and serve their King
Although he was no longer there
His teachings could still bring

Strength and hope to everyone
And plunging sword in gut
Would make the door on all the things
They could still give slam shut

I’ve come to respect Ronin for
Not listening to those
Who’d rather take the easy way
Than dealing with their woes

They showed the courage to live on
And turn their backs on men
Who blindly followed without thought
Ignoring their own zen

I do not think the Ronin feared
From death, they were quite brave
To other people’s opinions
And thoughts they weren’t a slave

Although their King was gone, to them
He was still very present
They knew it was their duty to
Serve even as a peasant

They understood that status wasn’t
What it’s all about
Samurai or Ronin, neither
Label had more clout

And with the loss of their master
Responsibility
Was placed upon the Ronin even
Though they were now free

Free to go and see and do
Whatever they so pleased
Many of them did not have
A life that became eased

They still adhered to the code that
They always had lived by
The world is robbed of that when  you
Plunge sword in gut and die

As a servant of a King
Who I have never met
“Ronin” is a concept that
I will not soon forget

I know the Creator exists
But in this mortal form
Where seeing with my eyes and hearing
With ears is the norm

He isn’t something that I can
Connect with like the rest
Seven billion other people
Also can attest

And so I wander Ronin-style
Across the plains of Earth
Carrying the spirit of
My master through my mirth

And peace and grace and fortitude
Until my grave is dug
And as a Ronin, it won’t be
My hand that pulls the plug

                                  ~Miro

The 1-in-100 Warrior Award

28 Jan

“Out of every one hundred men, ten shouldn’t even be there, eighty are just targets, nine are the real fighters, and we are lucky to have them, for they make the battle. Ah, but the one, one is a warrior, and he will bring the others back.” ~Heraclitus

I’ve been thinking about creating my own award for a while now, but finally put thought into action when I was recently given an award that came along with several conditions. While I’m honored, humbled and grateful to the nominator, and always enjoy the opportunity to give shout outs to other talented writers, I’m disappointed to see that the originator of the award is using it merely for self promotion. This award I’m creating has no URLs attached on the award image, no copyright warnings, and no requirement for future recipients to remind all of where it came from. Like the awards listed in my sidebar, It is meant to go forward and honor new people, not come back to the originator.

So for those unfamiliar with my writings, you may be wondering what exactly a warrior is. Someone who wears a suit of armor and swings a sword around? A participant in a war? Nothing more than a soldier?

If these are the thoughts that spring to mind, think deeper.

A warrior is more than weapons and armor. It is a way of life. It is the belief that the greatest purpose in life is service to others. It is grace amid frustration, peace amid turmoil, and strength amid weakness and misery. We most often use this word to describe the brave men and women who risk their lives in the military and law enforcement to ensure our freedom and safety, but warriors are actually all around us. They’re in factories. They’re in offices. They’re in schools. They’re in hospitals, both as doctors and nurses, and as patients.

Courage. Honesty. Fearlessness. Grace. Peace. Service to others. No complaints. Nothing thought of as a blessing or a curse; everything simply accepted as another challenge to be conquered.

They’re not perfect, and don’t try to be, because they know such aspirations are futile. But they do the absolute best they can with what they’ve been given. Warriors no longer have potential. They are potent! They understand that knowledge is knowing, but wisdom is doing. And they are a very rare breed: as Heraclitus once said, only one out of every one hundred is a true warrior. This award is named in honor of those words and that truth. The symbol of the sword is used to represent their courage and strength, and the symbol of the feather quill pen represents their grace, beauty and creativity.

Guidelines for the 1-in-100 Warrior Award: Warriors are not motivated by awards or fame. They see awards not as an opportunity for the ego to rejoice, but rather an opportunity to honor other warrior brothers and sisters. To acknowledge and honor the rarity of the warrior, it is recommended that the recipient passes this award on to only *one* other blogger that they feel goes above and beyond to serve and inspire others, and who maintains their grace and positivity even in the face of difficult challenges, such as health issues, tragedy, injustice or loss.

Once an author is given the award, they may continue nominating one new blog author once a week, month, year… or whatever seems appropriate. It’s like a knight’s ability to bestow knighthood onto another whenever they choose. But only one at a time. The patience of a warrior is required. ;)

My nomination for the first 1-in-100 Warrior Award is a person who has inspired me greatly because of the grace she has chosen to display in the face of struggles and challenges she has endured and conquered. And make no mistake about it, grace is always a choice, not a reaction. The greater the challenge, the greater the courage required to make that choice. Suneetra is courage personified. She has chosen to not only survive her hardships, but thrive. She’s 1-in-100, and we are lucky to have her: http://sacrilegeofthegoddess.wordpress.com/

Ribbons of Angst

26 Jan

“When you feel fear, use the sword.  Take it up here and cut the mind to ribbons.  Slash through all those regrets and fears, anything else that lives in the past and the future.” ~Socrates, “Way of the Peaceful Warrior”

Ribbons of Angst

You’ll rarely find a rhyme of mine
In which I fret, bemoan and whine
In fact there may not be a single
Angst and torment laden jingle

True, there are some diatribes
Which contain a few sterner vibes
But not once have I written where
Just misery I did declare

There always is a message of
Empowerment, support and love
So since I’m human and still feel
The same frustrations, what’s the deal?

Where are the poems in which I
Kvetch, complain, lament and cry?
I feel the same feelings as you
But with my sword I cut them through

I recognized those tormentors
Unsheathed my blade and fought those wars
To ribbons they were reduced to
And with the wind, away they blew

I do not have a single piece
Of ribbon to make forehead crease
I could not humor you at all
Of fears that tried to make me fall

And that is why I do not speak
Of moments where I’m scared and weak
My blade reduces every fear
To ribbons which then disappear

When you are suffering and hurt
And grab a pen and want to blurt
Instead, try grabbing sword instead
And face the battle in your head

Confront your torments and swing hard
And leave them severed, slashed and marred
Reduce the angst to ribbons, then
Write of your conquest with that pen

                                           ~Miro

Weak Stick

26 Jan

“The cigarette does the smoking – you’re just the sucker.”  ~Author Unknown

Weak Stick

A lot of traits do come to mind
When I see smokers pull
A cigarette out from a box
And take a deep breath full

Of chemicals, carcinogens
And nicotine and tar
Here’s the picture that they paint
When sucking that cigar

I see a lazy person who
Wants to feel better fast
I see an futile person who
Can’t learn that it won’t last

I see a selfish person who
Pollutes the air we breathe
I see a full grown baby who
Still has the need to teethe

I see a foolish person who
Keeps wasting all their dough
To paint their lungs a darker shade
And make the tumor grow

I see a weak person who doesn’t
See the strength inside
I see a coward who searches
For close places to hide

I see a corpse that’s wasting time
And money and the love
Of all their friends and family
And maybe God above

I see an ingrate piss away
Their health when there’s so many
Who’d give the world to have it back
‘Cause they do not have any

I see a slave with no courage
To break free from their chains
A wimp who can’t withstand withdrawal
Who can’t endure the pains

A spoiled rotten little brat
Who thinks life’s all about
Comfort, pleasure, luxury
Taking the easy route

I challenge every smoker to
Accomplish this one feat
Next time that you get a craving
Before you light that treat

Throw it on the ground and crush
That weak stick with your heel
And throw the rest down there as well
And give them the same deal

Don’t cry about how much they cost
You’ve burned a lot before
Makes no difference if they’re in
Your lungs or on the floor

Crush those weak sticks and then wait
For those shakes to begin
Instead of looking for a fix
Focus and look within

Concentrate and clear your mind
And take it like the rest
Don’t tremble and cry for help
Stand up and beat your chest!

Growl, show some backbone and
Control your weakened mind
Stop being so aloof and
To your own strength so blind

Weaker ones than you have quit
And they put you to shame
Every time you feel the sudden
Urge to light that flame

Lazy, futile, selfish, baby
Foolish, weak and coward
One step closer to a corpse
With every stick devoured

Ingrate, slave, a wimp and spoiled
Rotten little brat
Who doesn’t realize where the
True calming force is at

And sensitive because they never
Want to hear that they
Are doing anything wrong, but
They don’t use that ash tray

Take a look at your sidewalk
Next time you take a stroll
Count the cigarette butts that
You see on your patrol

Then say smokers aren’t lazy
Aloof and big ingrates
Foolish, weak and cowardly
And all these other traits

“But hey, I smoke and I always
Put my butt in the trash!”
Good for you, now go collect
All of your drifting ash

                                 ~Miro

*some taking personal offense at this write might be well served to read

http://warriorpoetwisdom.com/2011/12/13/truth-hurts/


Distant Tough Guy

25 Jan

Distant Tough Guy

I’ve got another true story
To share with you today
It gives you an idea of the
Game that some ‘tough guys’ play

It started innocently when
A smoker flicked his butt
Since I am a warrior
I don’t  keep my mouth shut

“That belongs in the garbage”
I calmly said to him
That’s when this ‘tough guy’ started
To boil to the brim

He shouted many swear words and
Said “Mind your own business!”
“It is,” I said, “I live here too”
Quite calmly with no stress

The interesting part is when
Our paths then did diverge
He suddenly got really brave
And acted like a scourge

Across a skating rink that was
Adorned with kids on ice
He threatened me with profane words
And that I’d pay the price

He motioned with his hand for me
To come and start a brawl
Interesting that it took
Ten yards to find his gall

No, I did not oblige him
I’m not an imbecile
But I was curious to see
If ‘tough guy’ would fulfill

His threats to kick my ass if I
Stopped walking, so I stood
Waiting as he looked back and
Said all the things he could

Do to me because I spoke
Five words not to his liking
Repeatedly he looked back but
Not once did he stop hiking

Maybe it’s because I’m tall
Or have a warrior’s build
Maybe it’s because when he
Blew his top, I stayed chilled

Whatever reason may have been
I learned something right there
Some ‘tough guys’ talk a real big game
But only walk and stare

Never let a loud mouth cause you
Any kind of stress
All they’re trying to do is
Their own ego impress

I’m sure he kept on walking and
Telling himself how bad
A ‘mofo’ that he is and that
He would have made me sad

If only I had come his way
And gotten in his face
I’m sure he’s caused many to run
Away at a fast pace

I wonder if the image of
A warrior just standing
Waiting patiently for him
To come through will be branding

Onto him, a memory
Of how a patient chap
Showed him how his ‘tough guy’ threats
Are just a bunch of crap

So it is with all bullies
The farther that you get
The bigger that their claims are of
How you should fear and fret

                                         ~Miro

In Loving Shape

25 Jan

“If you aren’t good at loving yourself, you will have a difficult time loving anyone, since you’ll resent the time and energy you give another person that you aren’t even giving to yourself.” ~Barbara De Angelis

In Loving Shape

You cannot run a marathon
Unless you’ve done the training
No one’s won an election
Without lots of campaigning

You cannot be well versed on topics
Without much research
Your soul or spirit cannot grow
If confined to one church

In all aspects of life we can’t
Do things we hope to do
Unless we do the work to get
In shape to see it through

Which brings us to the people who
Wish they could show more love
Despite their wants they do not have
Much training to show of

And how does one prepare themselves
To love all selflessly?
By loving themselves just as much
To very same degree

Much of loving lies in caring
Protecting, defending
How can one love others when
To themselves they aren’t tending?

How can someone who abuses
Their bodies with drugs
Or alcohol or cigarettes
Hope to give loving hugs?

How can someone who slowly
Poisons their veins with junk
Clogs their arteries and makes
Their heart strain, lurch and clunk

Hope to care for someone else
And rise to do what’s needed
To take care when their own advice
Goes constantly unheeded?

How can someone not in shape
From loving their own body
Caring for it, protecting
So that it isn’t shoddy

Hope to be in any kind
Of shape to love another?
If you can’t help yourself, how much
Can you do for your brother?

Your sister? Mother? Father? Friend?
Your children and your pets?
The most love you can give is the
Same as your body gets

So show some love and make the choice
That’s not rooted in craving
Physically and mentally
We should ourselves be saving

Not torturing ourselves over
Regrets from the past
And not consuming things that have
Bad effects that will last

Get in loving shape by caring
For your own well-being
Then you’ll start to see your love
For others fully freeing

                                    ~Miro

Embarrassed

24 Jan

“The rate at which a person can mature is directly proportional to the embarrassment he can tolerate.” ~Douglas Engelbart

Embarrassed

I talked the other day about
A word that I won’t use
“Jealousy” is not the only
Word I strove to lose

“Embarrassed” is a word that isn’t
Part of my vocab
When others try to poke their fun
I just don’t feel their jab

Embarrassment is rooted in
The fear of ridicule
The fear that others will disprove
The fear you won’t be cool

And fear is something that I don’t
Allow to guide my path
My journey cannot be diverted
By a bully’s wrath

And that’s exactly what one is
Whenever they make fun
Instead of kudos and esteem
They simply choose to shun

Belittle, bad-mouth, criticize
Diminish and deride
Discredit, downplay, minimize
With attitude so snide

The irony that hit me just
A couple years ago
Was that the true cowards were those
That always seemed to crow

About how silly I would look
When I would do my thing
How absurd my interests were
Despite the joy they’d bring

It dawned on me there was no point
In trying to appease
People who had contracted
The deadly “Fear Disease”

Those who always thought twice of
The things that they enjoyed
Because embarrassment was what
They wanted to avoid

They picked the clothes most likely to
Be thought of as “in style”
They changed their interests to those that
Were least likely to rile

They were too scared to stand apart
To stand alone, unique
They’d rather be lost in the crowd
That be considered “geek”

They were afraid and disappointed
That themselves they failed
That they let the door slam shut
By Fear and had been jailed

When I read of warriors
Who had no thought of Fear
My actions, interests and purpose
Had become very clear

No longer did Fear’s voice whisper
“What will the others think?”
Instead, my Courage screamed “Watch out!
I’m breaking out this clink!”

And it continues to bellow
Its strong and steady voice
Reassuring constantly
To help make the right choice

“Nevermind what cowards think!
The followers, the sheep!
Let them spew their ignorance
‘Cause I don’t give a *bleep*!

Let them watch from the sidelines
And snicker as I run
Towards the end zone while they stand
And get not one thing done

Laugh and mock the things I do
While they make very sure
That nothing on their end could be
Considered immature

Living to avoid the jeers
Of those who don’t deserve
Any kind of respect ‘cause
They don’t have any nerve”

Do what makes you happy and
Don’t ever be afraid
Of embarrassment because
It only makes joy fade

Recognize that those you fear
Are just as scared as you
Content to sit, banter and watch
As your Courage breaks through

                                    ~Miro

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