(Poems become Invocations)
"I will say it again that while I am not a strong man, I am held in the arms of a great strength. While I am not a wise man, I am blessed by the wisdom of great consul. While my own love is conditional and small like a candle flicking faintly in some unfathomable darkness, I am suffused in the blinding white light of a great love. My sword becomes now a doorway entering into submission and acceptance, self mastery and soul wisdom, and victory claims me as its own delivering this human, vulnerable thing that I am into the roaring stream of the Tao."
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