Shield Practice

”... wormsign…” Still guardian’s mind The likes of the switch of which I find as Wind do the faithful I train. ”...no need for weapons…” as the Sleeper awakens. Slow blade turns to brush… ”... I must not fear…” by will alone my mind is motion screaming past a desert ocean juice of my thoughts acquire speed Stains on my lips will take no heed It is by my will, that I proceed…. ”... I broke the conditioning…” Mouse shadows on the Moon ”... thoughts have a sound…” It was taught and so too found that the write just flows… There is no ‘control’ and those who know… ARE, the Spice. inspirations:Dune