the warrior

Then I opened my eyes
how many years have I been a warrior as such
how many generations has passed through my lines
Unknowing
what is not important for my meditation
such questions of how many
just a reciprocal of the mundane worry
it was less than a moment
moment
as long as the age of universe
the warrior
they said
Then I opened my eyes
I opened my eyes and saw a tree I was
facing a warrior just
we melted into each other
becoming the core of material
knowingly
becoming one
lovingly
shall that stay
eternally
as my heart flows
towards I
I
just a tree
now.

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