A spiritual warrior lives
on the brink of extinction
where emptiness gives birth to form
and form dissolves into emptiness.

Without a trace of striving,
can you apprehend
the thunderclap
of immediate presence?

A spiritual warrior mounts
the unbridled moment
and rides bareback
upon the writhing chaos. 

Without a moment’s hesitation,
can you guide your precious life
beyond the mirage
of success and failure?

A spiritual warrior sheds
the armor of defense
and walks through the gateless gate
completely naked. 

Without the slightest resistance,
can you plunge into intimate communion
with the unrelenting circumstance
of your own life?