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

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