Warrior poet poems from" Warrior Poets" by ko shin Bob Hanson

The Warrior Poet reads the signs of life

And moves on

There are no road blocks for the warrior poet

Only words and more words, placed together

To unblock any road that seems impossible to thread.

A closing for the warrior poet is an opening….

The Warrior Poet has – stopped the world –.

Stop the world of reason,

stop the world of convention,

stop the world of all   taken for grantedness.

The mystery and the wonder beyond the realm of immediate has broken in.

The warrior poet sees the mystery in everything that is and

feels the same wonder in herself or himself.

The Warrior Poet walks with her own death.

The warrior poet is seeing the face of one’s unique dying.

The warrior poet has chosen the space one will pass. 

The warrior poet has rehearsed the solitary dance of dying and always lives in the presence of one’s death.

Death has become the most trusted companion because dying alone always tells the warrior poet the truth.

For the Warrior Poet the journey never ends.

The warrior poet stands on the razor’s edge between the terror and the wonder of being a human being in these times.

It is a trek that never ends.

One knows there are no goals to attain, or a finish line to cross.

The walk, the Path, the journey itself is the ultimate finish line. 

In dread and fascination, the warrior poet journeys on, with no illusions, forever.