The Warrior of Light
Of the thousand wounds which the mind’s eye can observe,
Of the powerful hurt which the heart’s memory recalls,
Of the unpleasant occasions in which there was no reserve;
The character of the warrior within me suffers no loss.
Oh, how beautiful the horizon for the faithful warrior of days!
And how wonderful the very sights of nature for the true sage!
Oh, the spirit of this warrior lives in the perceptive gaze!
The fine disposition, the honest intention, and the radiant face!
A whisper of love among the screams of hateful tension,
A sliver of sunlight in the pit of wretched gloom,
A grain of courage in the vast harvest of apprehension;
It is all The Warrior of Light claims to give bloom.
There is heavenly energy in the purity of the warrior,
There is wondrous depth in the clarity his mind,
There is unique beauty and strength without barrier;
For to his devotion there is no joy he cannot find.
The loud cries of two confused conditions
Within the intensity of my prevailing muse,
The hyperactive violence of ruthless visions
Which darkens the conscience of the news.
The poet writes what the soul delivers in passion,
But my mind bleeds painful and hidden thought;
The demon stands his ground without compassion,
The angel persists with kind and heartfelt plot.
Peace and freedom may be found in the wise part,
Passion and truth may deliver in honesty most pure;
Quarreling ideas may be conquered by the heart,
And of the ways of this poet this is the cure.