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Powerful in many ways. What can it be to the modern ronin? What if it has more to it than a physical appearance? The mind of the ronin is always changing according to the scholar. What if the scholar is the ronin? I am both. My road has been long even in my short time here. It is still a road that I have traveled and no one has traveled the way that I have. My oceans are the Pacific and Atlantic. I must travel differently in order to be what I want. In the sunlight in the distance the water is at peace but for how long. The water is calmly moving over my feet back & forth. A sound of the water and wind calmly breezing over my body as I sit in the sand. The massage of the small waves on my feet calmly cleans my sword. What is the story of my blade? A piece of steel that has served everyone at the expense of itself. A tool for protection for the benefit of others. A part of this samurai whom has never been able to protect himself from his own thoughts of sadness.  A sad soul to himself but a protector to everyone else and bringer of peace and love to them. A samurai who protects the weak & dying. A samurai who protects the innocent. A warrior of light in the times of dark but inside himself he is in the dark. Darkness is like the water slowly coming after them. Back & forth the warrior drifts until the sound awakens him & he realizes that in order to go forward that one must look back on the past. When they look back they can see what they have overcame. What is my sword if it is not a tool for the benefit of others? What if the sword will come upon another in a draw? The sword is a reflection of my soul. It is sad but it is also overjoyed with honor. This honor was to be a knight and not a tyrant. A knight who always protects others at the possible cost of their life; but has failed to protect himself. All emotions they have felt but one that has always been in a toss. The love for themselves’ has not been honored; but the love for others it has.  Someday the warrior in the light will cross blades with another person. The duel will be a draw and both of them will be dazed by the skill of another. When they pull off their masks to give each other a bow they will see the reflection of themselves in the other samurai. They will be the completed Yin Yang. At long last the samurai will be together. Their journey of sadness has brought them together. At peace they will be until the final days. The two have become one.
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