RESTING MAN Finding Himself There is only a tiny bit of bitterness left The anchor to hurt that fuels anger if not aware of a common stream that holds him captive He got a chance from it to be free from the cunning warrior on the left and the still dancing martial artist in his head It reminds him to drop the armour sharing his art in amorous flow courageously choose for what he holds dear The war on the ‘outside’ is over the force behind it died
