Inspired upon my experience on martial arts sparring.
120 beats per minute:
-Fight. Now.
It’s time to fight:
- Sky glide over your opponent
as an eagle around the prey
gathering power as a volcano
about to erupt
and when you move do-not-move
-but–slide, Silent & Invisible
like the passage of an archangel ...
it’s time to fight -
throw the body into the strife.
Hitting like an avalanche
there is none to strike - only striking
and a few minutes and a limited scope
have a bitter-sweet taste:
-The taste of Chaos and eternity and
above all the taste of Chaos ...
each time we give all we have
it’s as we had just come into the world
without unclosed scars
nor unhealed injuries…
smile flowing wings hatching
our eyes become again
the mirror of the soul…


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