SWORD AND ARROW
In the realm of thoughts, where ideas
do clash,
A mind's sword doth reign supreme,
its might to pass
Through tangled webs of confusion and
strife,
It cuts through all, leaving truth as
its rife.
Its blade is sharp, honed by wisdom
and grace,
Cutting down falsehood, exposing
empty space
With each stroke, it uncovers what
lies within,
Revealing secrets hidden deep within
the skin.
Arrows may fly swift and straight
from the bow,
But they cannot match the power that
a thought can show
For though they pierce the flesh,
they leave no mark
But the mind's sword slices through,
leaving a scar.
So let us wield this weapon with
great care,
For those who use it wisely will find
themselves aware
Of the true nature of reality and
life,
And the beauty that only the mind's
eye can give.
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