Shinobi

lonely noble shinobi moving slowly through the snowy forest breathing deeply contemplating existance in slience quietly thinking of conciousness surviving dying while walking softly angered enimies approching understanding understated emotions motionless against standing unfocused balanced lotus concentrating on openness ambidextrous weapons left cleansing in the crest of the ocean both fists unclenched wondering what may come next from shadows and darkness below tree branches broken specifically marking territory of assains owing life debts for incidenets long passed before his reincarnation destination unknown herbal potions curing open wounds from fueds with samauri swords survived bandaged and bruised managed to proove a lesson or 2 seconds breathless recolect respect destined to be beaten to death for believing in sepjaku gently recieving news of elighting truthes too disturbing to contemplate this dimention up in the mountains under cherry blossoms his intentions are remaining unnoticed learning steping in his masters footprints guided meditations and mantras clense chakras resonating at the right frequencies for peacefullness in a world of devistation invasions a notion not to be noticed as conversations become poisoned by pessimistic confusion delusions manifest through misguided intention resting restless every blink passes suggesting the ending. eyes closing believing in morning. ready for death. expecting nothing. returning to dust. and reaching zen.