A samurai

I am. A samurai
the world is my buffet
I wander and roam
the home that I own
comes with me all the way.

I am. Masterless
— a being beneath no hand.
Report to no lord,
the blade of my sword
is the only faith I command.

I move. Quietly
— the wind that blows the reed
leaving no trace,
gratitude and grace,
taking only that which I need.

I like. Simple things
that anchor my soul to truth
— sake at noon,
a gaze at the moon,
the voices of untainted youth.

I am. A samurai
I carry myself with glory.
At one point or another
we will cross each other;
I am part of everyone’s story.

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