Settling in on the puffy red cushion laid on the floor
Propping up the hips like so many times before
Placing left palm in right and touching both thumbs
Begin meditation and embrace the inner calm
Mind cleared of all thoughts from start to end
Ten minutes when I rise, then again before bed
See clear with emotions acknowledged, then gone
Perhaps my ego has completely taken control
Or this is just what if feels like when foregone
Truth escapes me and may not exist at all
One thing I feel clearly is purposes's draw
To defend and protect the blameless and weak
Stride forth and vanquish all that impede,
The innate desire to follow one's own soul
Extinguish their lives, extract Charon's toll
A warrior-monk well disciplined in either field
Remorseless and fulfilled, drive is all I feel
