The Hotter the Forge, The Stronger the Sword

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The Hotter the Forge, The Stronger the Sword

The sword’s a symbol of great strength
As well as elegance
The blade can withstand great duress
If its metal is dense

Although the final sword is sleek
And smooth with mirror shine
It wasn’t always free of dents
Or a perfect straight line

The steel within its blade was not
Always so strong and stout
The path that the sword must take is
Not the most pleasant route

The raw, weak metal’s placed inside
A forge of blazing heat
And if that wasn’t bad enough
The swordsmith starts to beat

Upon the raw material
With hammer, unrelenting
Battering and pummeling
And shaping, reinventing

Stoking fire even hotter
Making the steel glow
Into the reinforced blade
That we have come to know

Every time its folded and
Is hammered out once more
Makes the blade even stronger
Down to its deepest core

Every centigrade of heat
That the forge does increase
Unlocks dormant potential
And more strength does release

We all are blades within the forge
And life is our swordsmith
Strength without an intense heat
Is no more than a myth

Just like the blade, you cannot form
Unless the fire’s stoked
Unless the hammer’s brought down hard
And your true strength’s evoked

                                  ~Miro

Developing Discipline

Developing Discipline

How does one develop, raise
And strengthen discipline?
Self-restraint, the power to
Control, endure, to win?

Discipline is key to conquering
So many vices
But cost of discipline is the
Unlikeliest of prices

Discipline is not “gotten”
It’s already possessed
It is a trait with which you were
From birth already blessed

But it is buried underneath
The pleasures and the bliss
When it is time to have some fun
It’s what folks do dismiss

“How do I get disciplined
Like you?” some folks will ask
“You don’t get disciplined,” I say
“There’s no training or task

Discipline is what is left
When other things are lost
Discipline comes with great pain
Suffering and exhaust”

It is uncovered when your shoulders
Feel like great big spikes
Are stabbing, twisting into them
Two sudden lightning strikes

You learn just how much discipline
You have when both your knees
Are weak and you feel that you could
Be knocked down by a breeze

Your discipline is not a choice
But comes quite automatic
When you have had a few too many
Things that were dramatic

Happen in your life, the loss
Of parents, friends, a child
Losing these pieces of you
Keep you from getting riled

The trials of life will chip away
Like sculptor with a stone
It chips away at all the flesh
And meat ‘till it hits bone

And that is where your discipline
Resided all along
The iron will enabling
To be graceful and strong

*Loss* is the “big secret” to
Discovering that power
It doesn’t matter how many
Great books that you devour

It doesn’t matter how many
Great mentors instruct you
Discipline is not something
You get, gain or accrue

Maybe when you lose your health
You’ll stop having that smoke
Maybe when your heart’s diseased
And you’re told soon you’ll croak

You’ll have the discipline to eat
Foods much lower in salt
And have the strength to abstain from
The things which are at fault

Maybe when you’ve lost much more
Than most people endure
All the things which you’re addicted
To will lose allure

Wish you luck with conquering
Those vices that you fight
May you endure great loss and then
Finally see the light

                              ~Miro

Whiner Wayne

Whiner Wayne

There was a boy named Whiner Wayne
Who whined and cried and moaned
When something went
All messed and bent
Young Wayne just sat and moaned

And if by magic all those things
Were suddenly detained
Every trial
Turned to smile
Simply ‘cause Wayne complained

A trouble reared and quickly Wayne
Would whine, “It is not fair!”
And magically
It ceased to be
And stopped causing despair

And there were other troubles too
Which didn’t affect Wayne
He watched on net
And TV set
Other people complain

But nothing that they said or did
Made troubles go away
So Wayne breathed deep
And then did weep
And complained and did say:

“It is not fair! It shouldn’t be!”
And magically it stopped
Those irate
With all their hate
Suddenly did adopt

An understanding attitude
Because Wayne had complained
All was well
‘Cause Wayne did yell
About the things that pained

Then one day Wayne did wake up
And came to realize
That it would seem
Only in dream
Were his complaints and cries

Capable of fixing things
In real world, it helped not
To whine, to cry
To just sob, “Why?”
To be mad and distraught

And so Wayne grew to be a man
And became one of few
Who understood
It did no good
To whine and cry and stew

When others hoped that magic would
Prevent their lives decline
Silent Wayne
Would just refrain
And DO instead of whine

                                ~Miro

“Let’s Roll”

“Are you guys ready? Okay, let’s roll!”  ~Todd Beamer, Warrior aboard United Airlines Flight 93


Let’s Roll

It’s been some years since terrorists
Hijacked the planes and crashed
Two of them into buildings
And left our spirits dashed

I’m not going to focus there
The news is sure to dwell
On the sorrow and heartache
Of that pure living hell

Instead I want to talk about
A Warrior that day
Named Todd Beamer who kept his cool
Amid all the dismay

A husband and a father of
Two boys, David and Drew
And Morgan Kay, the little girl
That Beamer never knew

On 9-11, Todd was on
United 93
The fourth plane that was taken by
The terroristic spree

He made a call on his cell phone
And somehow he got through
To someone and informed them of
What he was going to do

He spoke with Lisa Jefferson
Recited the Lord’s Prayer
And then spoke of Psalm 23
To make us all aware

That he was not afraid to die
His faith gave him the strength
And the courage to fight back
To go to any length

To walk through the valley of death
To endure through its shadow
To let go of the fear of what
Awaited him below

He rallied other passengers
To stand up and reclaim
The aircraft from the terrorists
When he did exclaim:

“Are you guys ready?” he asked them
And then he said “Let’s roll”
Leading them up to the cabin
To rush the console

I wonder how many there were
Just paralyzed with fear
Who stayed there in their seats and wished
That they could disappear

Beamer and the ones who rushed
The cabin showed to me
That every single one of us
In life is a trainee

They showed that we do not rise to
What expectations are
Instead we fall to level of
All our training so far

The ones who stood up with courage
Were Warriors before
They set foot on that plane that day
And it took off to soar

They didn’t have a sudden transformation
And become
Heroes, the reason that they
Did not to fear succumb

Is simply ‘cause they didn’t fall
To fear before that day
They dealt with problems with courage
Which is the Warrior’s Way

They trained to deal with turmoil
And that’s why Todd kept calm
We’re told that he sounded at peace
As he recited Pslam

Every single thing you do
In your life greatly matters
It decides if your resolve
Will hold or if it shatters

We must remember not just that
He was a hero there
We should recall what made him that
What gave him strength to bare

It should inspire all of us
To try harder, to train
To bring along that courage as
We set foot on that plane

Todd’s words inspired soldiers who
Were sent to fight the foe
“Let’s roll” became their battle cry
To let the rivals know

That they had trained to have courage
They trained their strength and calm
They’ll keep their cool with whizzing bullets
Or a ticking bomb

Do not dwell just on the death
And two buildings destroyed
Although so tragic, this story
Of hope is not devoid

Focus on the hero who
Stood up to take control
The courage to fear no evil
And calmly said “Let’s roll”

      for Todd Beamer and the heroes
                             of United Airlines Flight 93

Screw Ups

Screw Ups

We’re told that should stand by those
Who are having it rough
But there’s a point where even Warriors
Say “That’s enough”

We show support and have hope much
Longer than most would last
But there’s a point where patience should
Be a thing of the past

And that’s with Screw Ups, people who
Aren’t trying very hard
People with ingratitude
Who simply disregard

The caring and concern that their
Friends and family show
Once again, the Warrior
Says what causes most woe

“What you’re doing hasn’t,
Doesn’t, and won’t work for me
I’m letting go ‘cause you’re a Screw Up
Of highest degree”

The Warrior lets go and stops
Letting Screw Ups frustrate
They don’t hold animosity
Or any kind of hate

They simply give up hope which is
An act most cannot do
We want to think that everyone
Could improve and come through

The Warrior’s a realist
And knows a truth that’s bleak:
Some people are permanently
Selfish, scared and weak

The Warrior has the courage
To let the Screw Ups go
They must fend for themselves if they
Do stand a chance to grow

And Warriors are weary when
A Screw Up says they’ve changed
They know that transformation won’t come
From being estranged

It comes from striving, pondering
From giving, sacrifice
It comes from letting go of self
Which is a heavy price

That most Screw Ups just cannot pay
Because “self” is their life
They place their own happiness before
That of a husband, wife

A son, a daughter or parent
A stranger or a friend
Quit on Screw Ups and your time
On better causes spend

                             ~Miro

Warriors Rise

Warriors Rise

The difference between most people
And Warriors is motion
Most people will stay sitting
‘Cause they don’t have devotion

A Warrior will rise where most
Men and women will sit
Sitting on their ass is something
Warriors omit

A Warrior will rise to shake
Another person’s hand
A Warrior will rise when people
Do show up unplanned

A Warrior will rise to help
While others sit and stare
A Warrior will rise ‘cause standing
Is how they declare

That they are one in one hundred
The simple little task
Of getting up whenever someone
Has the guts to ask

And even when it’s not requested
Warriors will rise
‘Cause sitting and hoping that “Someone
Else will” they despise

Warriors are “Someone else”
That all others wait for
And Warriors can rise because
They’re not anchored to floor

                                  ~Miro

You Are Not A Warrior

“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

You Are Not A Warrior

With seven thousand people on
This little page I’ve made
There is one thought that on my mind
Has occasionally weighed

The words of Heraclitus speak
Of how there are so few
Warriors while there are many
Targets just shot through

If you are on this page that claims
To be created by
A Warrior and is meant for
Those who wish to apply

The same virtues, then you must ask
Yourself which one are you:
Just another target or
One of the very few?

A Warrior does not wake up
And dread the day ahead
A Warrior does not wish he
Or she could stay in bed

A Warrior is strong enough
To be gentle but firm
A Warrior does not apologize
And does not squirm

You are not a Warrior
If you have no control
Over how much you do drink
Or food that’s in the bowl

You are not a Warrior
If people cause you stress
If you allow what others do
To influence, depress

You are not a Warrior
If you worry too much
You’ll never find a Warrior
Trapped inside of fear’s clutch

You are not a Warrior
If you are weak and scared
You are not a Warrior
If you have never dared

You are not a Warrior
If you’re concerned about
What others may think and let
Them fill your head with doubt

You are not a Warrior
If something offends you
Accusations and complaints
Only make ego stew

You are not a Warrior
If you wish it were easy
Or if you are a man and treat
Women dirty and sleazy

You are not a Warrior
If you have read this piece
And feel pissed off and press “Unlike”
And make the count decrease

You are just a target that’s
Been hit, bullseye, once more
As they say, “On your way out
Don’t let your ass hit door”

‘Cause I don’t have the time to waste
On people who can’t see
That every single person has
The potential to be

A Warrior but few step up
And make the sacrifice
So if you are a target then
You don’t need my advice

                                         ~Miro

A Warrior’s Open Letter To Death

“Once more into the fray. Into the last good fight I’ll ever know. Live and die on this day. Live and die on this day.” ~The Grey


A Warrior’s Open Letter To Death

Dear Grim Reaper, I’d like to warn
That I won’t run like most
I will not flee, I will not hide
This is not a proud boast

It’s not a threat or challenge
Just a promise what’s to come
When we are face to face, this Warrior
Will not succumb

To fear, to doubt or regret ‘cause
For years I have now walked
The path that so many have only
Dreamed and wished and talked

I know you wait until some are
Breaking down and quite old
Know regardless of my grey
I’ll always be this bold

Come for me while I’m still strong
In muscle and in mind
Come for me before my ears
Go deaf and eyes go blind

And though the outcome’s definite
I only have one goal
When I do battle with you, it’s
To exact a great toll

I do not doubt your victory
But I assure one truth
If you come for me while I am
Still in my years of youth

When you are finished, you will have
To stop and take a breath
You’ll know it was a Warrior
That has just battled Death

See you somewhere down the road
On that cold, lonely night
I’m not afraid for I know it
Will be my last good fight

                            ~Miro

1-in-100 Warrior Award: somkritya

“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

What exactly is a warrior? 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.

This week I’d like to nominate a fellow warrior I greatly admire, Soma Mukherjee of http://somkritya.wordpress.com. Her writings always contain a blend of wisdom, strength and playfulness necessary to keep one’s wits about them in this often times unwise, weak and far too serious world. A beautiful heart and a warrior’s spirit, she’s 1-in-100 and we are lucky to have her: http://somkritya.wordpress.com/

 

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.

God’s Hands

“The buck stops here.” ~President Harry S. Truman

God’s Hands

I hear a lot of people say
“I’ll leave it in God’s hands”
They pass the buck and hope that He
Deals with our life’s demands

Another trouble comes around
And off it goes to God
Another package sent right up
That’s screwed up, broken, flawed

“What is this? Some turmoil?
God’s hands still have some room
He has plenty of space for all
My misery and doom”

The Warrior’s relationship
With He who did create
Is one that is a bit different
Than sending just their hate

The Warrior is well aware
That there’s a higher power
But they will never pass the buck
Wash hands of it and cower

The Warrior is filled with strength
Because they know their source
They’re forged from something paramount
An immovable force

They are derived from One who can’t
Be controlled or destroyed
And being a supreme power
It never does avoid

Troubles, hardships, struggles, tests
Annoyances and stress
This Creator does not hand off
Instead it does address

And so the Warrior’s inspired
To face those same demands
Bravely by themselves and not
Pass it to their God’s hands

They feel assured to know that their
Creator watches on
But they can handle it themselves
With their own grace and brawn

Never will you hear a Warrior
Pass any buck
“Give me that!” they say and snatch
Grasp, grapple, grip or pluck

Whatever is the task at hand
And clasp it firmly tight
The Warrior knows each conquest
Bring them to a new height

“Don’t worry, I’ve got this one”
The Warrior tells God
You’ve done enough for me, and for
That I greatly applaud

But now it’s time for me to stand
To rise up and to deal
It’s easier to kick ass if
I stand rather than kneel”

                                   ~Miro