The Stream

The sound of flesh and bone meeting iron and steel echoed across the battle field

The screams of those in pain rose to the heavens

He saw the sun glisten off the blade that struck

His life faded

And he was no more

Something too radiant to comprehend then blinded him

His breath returned

His wounded healed

And his heart beat once more

A voice spoke to him and asked him if he fought for honor and glory

He answered "No"

Then surely you must fight for wealth and happiness ?

He answered "No"

Then tell my why is it that you fight ?

He answered

I do not

I do not strike

I do not fight

Then tell me what is it that you do ?

He answered

I withstand

I receive

I bare no malice towards those who strike me

I show no violence towards those who wish to be my undoing

I hold no dominance over my opposition

I merely flow like water in a stream

For when it is confronted by a boulder the stream does not fight

It merely continues to flow around the boulder smoothing even the roughest edge

And it continues as such until the boulder is but a pebble and washed out to sea

The boulder could never stop the stream

For it is elegant and calm

It is smooth and graceful

It receives

It withstands

It merely flows

Light encompassed him and he found himself once again in the midst of battle

And the voice whispered in his ear

"Be like the stream and Flow"