The Warrior

The warriors tame the beast in their past

So that the night’s hoofs can no longer break the jeweled vision in the heart.

The intelligent and the brave open every closet in

the future and evict

All the mind’s ghosts who have the bad habit of

barfing everywhere.

For a long time the Universe, has been germinating

in your spine

But only a Saint has the talent, the courage to slay

the past-giant,

The future-anxieties.

The warrior wisely sits in a circle with other men

Gathering the strength to unmask himself,

Then sits, giving, like a great illumined planet on

The Earth