Miyagi
Well-Known Member
[h=1]The Final Illusion[/h]
Take up the tools of war my son,
And march on to your fate.
For should this battle not be won,
These truths have come too late.
For earthly goods many have fought,
Transcend you now such lies.
As they shall find themselves with nought,
When all creation dies.
Slay not your brother nor his kind,
Though they bear arms for you.
Nor lock your wits and flex your mind,
For none of that is true.
And do not pray for light divine,
To shine from up above.
Nor speak you words like me or mine,
Or dream of selfish love.
Take up the sword of wisdom child,
Its edge and you must dance.
Within your heart doubt rages wild,
Born from your ignorance.
Build not yourself a funeral pyre,
All laced with wood and coal.
Take up that blade and slay desire,
Enemy of your soul.
Make worthless all your deeds on earth,
Detatch from actions done.
So you may see them for their worth,
Their benefits are none.
A feather in the winds you are,
And flutter though you might,
The air alone shall drive you far,
Regardless of your fight.
Take up the gleaming surgeon's knife,
And sever your own cord.
That truth may come into your life,
No gift of God or Lord.
The past, the future and the now,
Immutable as stone.
The question of the why and how,
Should be left well alone.
But still you must exist as man,
was ever meant to do.
Just question not the greater plan,
nor relevance to you.
To join the cosmic greater flow,
One need not do a thing.
But simply understand and know,
Rebirth comes from wanting.
Take up the plow of wood and bone,
And sow your only seed.
The truth that we are all alone,
And born to live in need.
Now as the furrows disappear,
In soil as in the mind,
Swing not your tools to banish fear,
Accept it all in kind.
Now fight the battles that you must,
But care not if you win.
If in the truth you place your trust,
You battle without sin.
For such are merely stains that stick,
If you allow them there.
And they are only layered thick,
Upon the ones who care.
Take up the tools of war my son,
And march on to your fate.
For should this battle not be won,
These truths have come too late.
For earthly goods many have fought,
Transcend you now such lies.
As they shall find themselves with nought,
When all creation dies.
Slay not your brother nor his kind,
Though they bear arms for you.
Nor lock your wits and flex your mind,
For none of that is true.
And do not pray for light divine,
To shine from up above.
Nor speak you words like me or mine,
Or dream of selfish love.
Take up the sword of wisdom child,
Its edge and you must dance.
Within your heart doubt rages wild,
Born from your ignorance.
Build not yourself a funeral pyre,
All laced with wood and coal.
Take up that blade and slay desire,
Enemy of your soul.
Make worthless all your deeds on earth,
Detatch from actions done.
So you may see them for their worth,
Their benefits are none.
A feather in the winds you are,
And flutter though you might,
The air alone shall drive you far,
Regardless of your fight.
Take up the gleaming surgeon's knife,
And sever your own cord.
That truth may come into your life,
No gift of God or Lord.
The past, the future and the now,
Immutable as stone.
The question of the why and how,
Should be left well alone.
But still you must exist as man,
was ever meant to do.
Just question not the greater plan,
nor relevance to you.
To join the cosmic greater flow,
One need not do a thing.
But simply understand and know,
Rebirth comes from wanting.
Take up the plow of wood and bone,
And sow your only seed.
The truth that we are all alone,
And born to live in need.
Now as the furrows disappear,
In soil as in the mind,
Swing not your tools to banish fear,
Accept it all in kind.
Now fight the battles that you must,
But care not if you win.
If in the truth you place your trust,
You battle without sin.
For such are merely stains that stick,
If you allow them there.
And they are only layered thick,
Upon the ones who care.
I just meant people might get bored with 10 pages of miyagi bullshit in a row, need the rest of you to break it up a bit
