Steadfast princess of leather and hardwood, many times tested, waiting just off the path — for she is stillness and shelter, for she is the watcher on the edge of the territory, for she is an invisible line that only the chosen can cross.
And who chooses? The one with the bright eyes and the closed fitsts — favoring the light-footed, the dispossessed and distraught. They are in her circle, and she is the sanctuary, waiting to be called.
And this sanctuary punches back.
The key is a flower // The flower is a blade // The blade is a key
Carry your name proudly, and when it gets hard, your name will carry you. // The key/flower/blade makes another appearance.
We fight different demons
We carry the light differently
Different tools in our belts
“This is the sword of the Order. It has no patience for petty violence, no appetite for blood and flesh. The sword‘s purpose is to cut through oppression, to cleave the chains of the mind.”
”Still crossing this bridge,” you think. But where do you think you’re going? And where, for that matter, do you think you’re coming from?
Look, there you are, with all those forces moving around you. You are stillness itself.
When you’re practicing faces and figures a lot, it’s easy to start getting obsessed with them. So maybe add some cool hair as a distraction.