For you me her
nakedness is the glittering weapon
When wet with blood’s sweat
it a ains the perfection of its training
As trees reach their nakedness they
turn wing-sprouting birds
The Chinese soldiers used to say
Don’t ever draw
your sword from the sheath
without a reason
It isn’t easy to live with nakedness
When it grows and grows
like a flame from the fire
it will torment you
But don’t ever draw
your sword unnecessarily
searching for the chance to use it
Even if it should rust and turn into a sieve
Keep it with you
Make it your own