Control
I can clasp a blade
without getting cut,
a trick I picked up
in my youth.
I learned to stand
on an empty coke can
without crushing it
by keeping weight
too balanced
to allow any side to bend.
Control… concentration…
This tall Amazon frame is
strong, gentle, but not soft.
I walk on crusted snow
without leaving prints.
I can stand my ground.
I can bend like water.
But, to still my frantic mind;
these solar flares
of passion, pain, fury…
takes a strength beyond
stone, metal, or man.
But if fervor this strong
springs from within me
then I can also generate
the will to match it.
I will be master of myself.
without getting cut,
a trick I picked up
in my youth.
I learned to stand
on an empty coke can
without crushing it
by keeping weight
too balanced
to allow any side to bend.
Control… concentration…
This tall Amazon frame is
strong, gentle, but not soft.
I walk on crusted snow
without leaving prints.
I can stand my ground.
I can bend like water.
But, to still my frantic mind;
these solar flares
of passion, pain, fury…
takes a strength beyond
stone, metal, or man.
But if fervor this strong
springs from within me
then I can also generate
the will to match it.
I will be master of myself.
posted by TwistedNoggin at 3:06 PM
2 Comments:
"I walk on crusted snow
without leaving prints." . . . Can you walk on water too? If so, please tell me how.
Ah, to be master of one's own self (or, as Seinfeld said, master of one's own domain) . . . isn't that what we all aspire too?
Yes, as a matter of fact I can walk on water. (if it's frozen)
Haven't you ever tried to walk on crusted snow keeping your weight spread out enough not to leave a mark? It's fun. It's easier in moccasin boots, though, than regular shoes. I especially don't think it'd work in shoes with heels.
Some of us aspire to it, not everyone. Some people expect the world to bow to them but would make no effort to shape themselves.
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