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Some Choose Hell

25 Mar

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Some Choose Hell

The children sat in class while teacher offered them the choice:
“Little ones, who wants to work and who wants to rejoice?”
All the children ‘cept for one jumped up and squealed with glee
All except that one who did not follow or agree

“Izbor?” Teacher asked, “Why do you sit at desk so stern?”
Young Izbor gave him a sly glare, “Because that’s how I learn”
While all the children were dismissed to run outside and play
Izbor sat at his desk with his pen and worked away

Some years later, on his way back home along with mates
A storm ensued which caused the violent crashing of their straits
“It’s best if we turn back the way we came!” they all cried out
Izbor, on the other hand, chose not to wait for drought

He strapped himself tight to his raft and withstood the storm’s rage
And as he did so often, his mileage excelled his age
Several days would pass before his mates would make their way
Safely back to home while whining of sore feet all day

“Oh, my legs are aching” one complained, “I’m in great pain!
Just a few more steps and I fear I’ll suffer a sprain!”
Another moaned, “The sun’s so hot! My skin is turning pink!
When I get home I cannot wait to sleep after a drink!”

As they walked into town they spotted Izbor, bruised and cut
“You managed to survive the storm!” Izbor replied, “Somewhat”
He then walked by and left the town, they asked, “Where are you going?”
“I’ve been here now for several days and do feel myself slowing”

They shook their heads and called him mad, “He always chooses worst!
To not enjoy this peaceful town, that Izbor must be cursed!”
As the years went by his friends grew soft and slow and weak
They laughed as they reminded him, “The world goes to the meek!”

“They can have it,” Izbor said as he sharpened his blade
And set off into the dark forest on his lone crusade
To hunt down and to kill the crazed tiger that feasted on
Three young girls and their mother shortly after the dawn

Izbor found the tiger drinking from a little creek
He drew his sword and beckoned, “Prey on someone who’s not weak”
The tiger took as much from Izbor as he took from beast
And for a moment Izbor saw white light and felt released

A great and powerful being stood before Izbor and
The battered tiger, leaned forward and then outstretched his hand
He pointed to the tiger and he boomed, “To hell with you!”
The tiger sprung towards the flaming gates and then leapt through

The great Judge turned but Izbor had already made his choice
He walked towards the burning gates with resolve in his voice
“Save your clouds and golden harps for those who have no spine
For those who cry, lament, complain, who beg and plead and whine”

“The harder path has always been the one which built my power
Give my spot in Heaven to some worm who likes to cower”
“So be it,” the Judge replied as Izbor entered Hell
And did just as he always had; to conquer and to quell

The ruler in the burning land took notice and looked close
“What the Hell is that?” he asked, for Izbor did engross
“Who’s this man that chooses Hell when ease was in his reach?
Who’s this man that feels the burning pain but does not screech?”

Those around Izbor did suffer in eternity
But Izbor did not suffer, unlike them, Izbor was free
Because he never gave power to any circumstance
Nothing was a problem to Izbor, simply a chance

To fight, endure, to conquer and to be challenged once more
“He’s missed the point of this whole place!” the burning ruler swore
“Get him the Hell out of here!” the horned tyrant ordained
And that is how not even Hell could keep Izbor contained

                                            ~Miro

Vicariously

30 Apr

Vicarious: adjective – felt or enjoyed through imagined participation in the experience of others.

vicarious
Vicariously

The athlete wraps his swollen knee
To take the pain down one degree
He puts his uniform on and he stands

He stretches and he grunts and sneers
While in the background thunder cheers
Of fans who have some very high demands

He does some squats and starts to sweat
His knee and shoulder play roulette
Sometimes they stab, sometimes it’s just an ache

He does this every single day
And though the word they use is “play”
He knows that it’s not “fun” that is at stake

He pushes himself to his edge
He sacrifices, makes a pledge
To expect more from himself than of others

He puts on all his gear and walks
Out of the locker room and talks
With his comrades, his teammates and his brothers

But soon they’re all drowned out by fans
Who yell and scream within the stands
Who shout, “We’re gonna win!” with all their might

A man who hasn’t run in ages
Takes a swig of beer and rages
“Show them what we’re made of and go fight!”

The athlete sees another man
Who tries to not spill his beer can
While nachos balance in his other grip

He holds the chips up to his face
And gobbles some without much grace
And with a full mouth thunders, “Let ‘er rip!”

Thousands pack the seats today
To chant, to cheer, to hope, to pray
To live vicariously through the men

Who choose discomfort, struggle, pain
Through snow and sleet and cold and rain
Fans pin their hopes on warriors again

“We’re gonna win!” some slob declares
And athlete does look up and stares
A cold and steely glance because he’s heard

Enough people who act involved
So athlete’s poise becomes dissolved
Because for him it is all so absurd

He says what is on all the minds
Of his teammates as he reminds
The nacho chomping fan it’s not *his* win

Until he puts the nachos down
And hits the gym and goes to town
Which makes his teammates all chuckle and grin

The nacho chomping fan is stunned
He feels betrayed and hurt and shunned
And now he cheers for the opposing team!

Once again he lives through those
Who saw two choices and they chose
Not path of comfort but the one extreme

The athletes all compete and drive
Each other to feel more alive
While fans in stands sit by and feel connected

And cheer and pump their fists with zeal
As if their achievement is real
Vicarious accomplishment injected

They all go home and feel quite spent
“Man, what a game!” one does lament
“We gave them everything we had out there!”

The athlete shakes his head and limps
His way past all the oafs and wimps
And then collapses down into a chair

He slowly pulls the knee wrap off
The pain hits him and makes him cough
“WE won jack shit” he mumbles quietly

“The victory is for my team
No matter much you all scream
And how much you live vicariously”

                             ~Miro
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The Ultimate Measure

24 Apr

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The Way of the Warrior is (ego)Death

26 Nov

The Way of the Warrior is (ego)Death

“In order to master yourself you need to kill your self.”
The key to change. Most will take these words literally and balk, but 1-in-100 will see the true message in these words. The “SELF” is the Ego. It’s only concerned about itSELF. It’s own feelings, comfort and joy. The Warrior is SELFless. It is what enables them to face challenges head-on and endure more in the name of love & grace than those who only worry about themSELVES.

Ben Rolnik

Review: Hagakure

Yamamoto Tsunetomo

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Bushido: The Way of the Warrior is the Way of Death

I could see this book becoming easily misunderstood. It brims with warrior energy—especially beneficial for someone going through a particularly low or troubling period of their life where they need some motivation and can vicariously appreciate the struggles of others.

The simple message of the book is this: in order to master yourself you need to kill your self.

What does that mean? It doesn’t mean suicide. Far from it—in fact it is the opposite: it is a birth or a rebirthing. What we are killing is that part of ourselves which confuses our values, which puts us in tension with ourselves: the ego. In the words of Guru Prem, Tsunetomo is asking that the EGO become an AMIGO. It is TAMING THE WILD HORSE—and, subsequently, breaking her.

The style is aphoristic. That means its…

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You Are Not A Warrior

27 May

“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

Darren

11 Mar

“‘Tis not enough to help the feeble up, but to support them after.” ~William Shakespeare


Darren

The other day while I was on
My way to work from lunch
I heard a rattle, bump, and thump
A kick, a knock and crunch

I saw a man stuck in the street
He sat in a wheelchair
On one foot, a cast and soon
I was also aware

That only one of his arms worked
The other sat in lap
With only one foot and one arm
He struggled in his trap

My mind said “time to go to work
Your break is almost done”
It would have been quite easy to
Ignore this man and shun

But something else in my body
Said, “Make the time to aid”
My throbbing shoulder, neck and knees
Caused my path to be swayed

I walked over to this man and
I pushed his chair up past
The curb on which he was stuck and
He replied very fast

“Oh thanks so much, you don’t have to
I don’t mean to annoy”
“Not at all,” I replied back
“To serve brings me great joy”

He thanked me once again and then
With one foot and one hand
Tried to wobble down sidewalk
And move across the land

My mind said “Now get back to work
Your time is almost through”
I started walking back towards
The building where I do

The things that help me pay my bills
My rent, my water, food
I glanced back at the wheelchair man
And suddenly felt rude

I walked back up to him and asked
“Where are you going, friend?
You look like you could use a hand
And I’ve got two to lend”

“Oh, thank you,” he said with smile
“But you need not do that
You’ve helped enough, I can get by”
And warmly tipped his hat

I looked around at other folks
Who passed by on the street
Rushing to get out of rain
Into some place with heat

“No I haven’t,” I replied
And took hold of his chair
“I don’t believe we do enough
To show that we do care”

“Aw, thanks so much,” he warmly said
“But I’m going three blocks”
“Not a problem,” I replied
“I like going for walks”

As I pushed this man along
We chatted of his pains
He said he’d had a stroke and now
One arm and leg remains

He said when it had happened, some
Had walked by and ignored
He said he saw some curtains close
‘Cause some could not afford

The time to aid, or discomfort
To help bear his ordeal
Luckily for him, three young
Warriors did reveal

They called an ambulance and stayed
Beside him ‘till it came
I’m sure their selflessness only
Served to bring others shame

As I pushed this man along
I was struck by his peace
His situation had not made
His attitude decrease

The ugliness and selfishness
That he had just endured
Had not awakened same in him
His own had not been stirred

“People just don’t have the time
And that’s okay with me”
He said, but I smiled and replied
“I’ll have to disagree”

“We have the time but think we don’t
We can do so much more
The trouble is most people don’t
Request it or implore

And very few of us do have
The voice inside our heart
That says ‘Try harder,’ ‘Go the extra
Mile,’ ‘Stand apart’

And so we must sometimes ask them
To do what they know’s right
So as to remind them of
Their selflessness and might”

We reached the store and he got up
And hobbled on one foot
I asked him if he needed help
Or if I should stay put

He said, “Oh, thanks but I’m okay
I can manage from here
Thanks so much for all your help
It is to me quite dear”

“Not all all,” I said to him
“It’s my duty to serve
Never be afraid to ask
For help that you deserve”

As I walked back to my job
I saw somebody who
Saw me pushing Darren and
He frowned because he knew

That he could have helped Darren too
But business had stopped him
Or maybe it was ‘cause Darren’s
Current health was quite grim

And he did not want to be near
Someone who suffered so
Ironic that instead of dread
Darren emitted glow

The strength and courage and the grace
Of a true Warrior
A man who wouldn’t let a stroke
Discourage or deter

As this stranger rushed off with
His shame, I slowed my walk
I cleared my mind and ignored the
Warnings of ticking clock

Eventually I got back to
My office and resumed
The time I took help Darren
Had not made my job doomed

Because when you do maintain right
When you do what you should
When you stop thinking of yourself
And for others do good

There is no clock or deadline that
Can threaten peace of mind
To serve others less fortunate
Is for what we’re designed

The Warrior’s most fortunate
For they have conquered fear
And so it’s up to them to serve
When hardships do appear

                        ~Miro

Soft Times

19 Jan

“Most of the luxuries and many of the so-called comforts of life, are not only not indispensable, but positive hindrances to the elevation of mankind.” ~Henry David Thoreau

Soft Times

This ain’t the age of warriors
Of that there’s little doubt
The world in which we live in is
One where the soft have clout

It is the age of convenience
Where everything’s “right now”
Everything is “instantly”
With no time to allow

Everything at fingertips
And no patience required
Is it any wonder why
There are so few inspired?

Everything is effortless
But they can’t figure out
Even with this convenience
How to make folks not pout

They constantly complain and whine
About how life is hard
Very few do see that life
Today’s as soft as lard

Bad choices are everywhere
Junk food on every street
Liquor, drugs and luxury
The body does mistreat

The warrior’s a different breed
They’re not afraid to turn
Their backs on all these soft pleasures
Because for more they yearn

Patience, strength and grace which comes
From saying “Not for me”
They aren’t afraid to put chests out
And say “I disagree”

They do not eat when not hungry
For sake of socializing
They do not have another drink
And thereby compromising

Their set of values and virtues
They are not out to please
And all the luxuries in life
To them will not appease

Because the warrior knows that
Like warriors before
All their virtues are not forged
In comfort but in war

The war on ease and laziness
On convenience and leisure
This is why when gadgets bust
The warrior won’t seizure

When other doodads and knicknacks
Go on the fritz and break
The warrior has patience and
Does not become a flake

They do not get frustrated ‘cause
That is a soft reaction
The warrior’s as hard as stone
And suffers no distraction

Because they see the soft times that
Surround them and they say:
“Keep your fancy instant toys
Which frustrate and dismay

We are descendants of the ones
Who needed nothing more
Than what’s already inside us:
Our solid, sturdy core”

                               ~Miro