Strider of Fire

One spear echoes to sky of birth
One spear roots to pierce the earth
Wolf of night
Silvered helm one eyed bright
Drink of lightning consumed
This fire brings no doom
Howl of echoing strength
Wounding held at length
Feet are strong
Intent stretched long
Confidence one must walk
Silence one must talk
Rite of fire
Wolf is dire
Fire stride
Bare skin ride
A small test
Hidden from the rest
At times a mystery it can be
The most powerful secret none may see
Bare skinned dance
Wolves last chance
Eyes that blunt ones sword
Stealing ones will without a word
Two spears are the rite
True wolves howl this night

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Norse shield I created several years ago.

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The Spear

The spear is my only truth
For the point leads the way
The way leads to emptiness
Emptiness contains the spirit
Spirit is my only truth
With all human history erased
No knowledge of self within society
No culture to know of
No infant religion to speak of
For religion is culture worshipping itself
That is truth
To become the earth
The universe to become you
I know no incantation
No special words
No ritual movements
No man made altar
No recorded season
No special date
No gods
No goddesses
I have no name
I know only natural breath
I know spirits
I know the Spirit
Form leads to formlessness
Empty space contains victory
Before a touch is laid
Oh, that touch
To touch and be untouchable
That is the way of the spear
The elements of earth along my spine
The elements in my hand
The sight in my eye
Understanding upon my head
To touch and be untouchable
That is the way of the spear
The silent web of magic unseen
The density of air that makes him hesitate
The hesitation that brings defeat
To touch and be untouchable
To cut and be uncuttable
To pierce and be unpierceable
To be nothing and everything
The spear has brought my only truth

Sacred Space, Sacred Blood

MuayThai

This is the place of Champions
This is the Forge of Iron
The time no one will witness
The pain no one will see
The blood no one will taste
What happens here is Sacred
This is our daily ritual
Alone, yet never alone
They need no invocation
They are already here
They always come
Outsiders are not welcome
Perversion is not accepted
The Earth breathes beneath ones bare feet
The vortex of energy spirals as a storm
It begins slow
It begins artful
Technique masterful
Technique and art do not win the fight
Technique and art do not survive the chaos
Only unbridled blood fury
Only unremorseful spite
The pounding takes over
Limbs of Stone!
Breath of Fire!
Hissing Tongue!
Humanity filters away
Only The Fury lives
Pounding, ever- pounding
Pain means nothing
Exhaustion means nothing
Pounding, ever-pounding
Are you weak?!
Will you stand amongst us?!
Blood must be given!
Blood is demanded!
Limbs of Stone!
Breath of Fire!
Hissing Tongue!
Pounding, ever-pounding
The fury eventually fades
Humanity returns
You stand amongst us
Blood has been given
Taste it…
Limbs of Stone…
Breath of Fire…
Hissing Tongue…