A young samurai
Returned home
From the war.
Without a leg
Heart full of anger,
Sorrow, his only friend.

Years passed,
He learnt to walk
With one leg,
He learnt to let go
Of the old wounds,
Brought many new friends.

He embraced his pain,
All days and nights,
Silence was the witness
Holding him in faith,
Giving him courage
To follow his destiny.

Many moonlight passed,
Painted the dark cloths of night
Many tears,
Washed the face of earth.

Under the umbrella of time.
Pain, sorrow, joy, happiness
Different vibration of one truth,
changes on the surface,
innocence breathe,
Create love.

The young samurai,
Became an old man,
A gardener
In love, with his one leg,
In love, to dance with all melodies of life,
In love, with his beautiful garden
full of adversity,
In love, with his own heart.

A true warrior
Embraces life
In war, in peace
As it is.

© Serena Devi, Feb 2011