wings of deeply-penetrative observation feel the surroundings
the landscapes that seemed outrageous during the violent clash
now exchanged with different visions.
yet these visions have weight, despite their difference.
thrust into an unknown terrain now, or so it seems.
the confusion so encompassing that, for a while, the
physical strife seems meaningless.
yet the barbaryan true-mind never lets go of alertness.
in unknown terrain, no matter how adorable, the forehand
instinctively senses the sword in its hilt.
always ready to parry whenever needed.
always prepared to thrust.
always swift enough to flee
from the surprise attack of an enemy.
the atmosphere may seem tranquil, or warlike.
nevertheless, there's never peace inside the heart
of a warrior. there's a constant struggle
for equilibrium (yes!)
and in unknown terrain, ever full of feeling,
be ready to evade or cut through the opposer's defenses
and seek & perceive the barbaryan life's enjoyment
in its natural, ultimate height and fullness.
in unknown terrain, the senses ever-keen
the body relaxed, yet always alert.
the totality of experience will transcend
all imaginary boundaries... (Satan dominates!)
in unknown terrain. ripping the flesh.
in unknown terrain. smelling the death.
in unknown terrain. the feeling remains fresh!!!
... in unknown terrain we must die ...
we are going to die!