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VISIT OF THE WARRIOR
bambus # 97 - anis 26.03.01

when i called - the spirit - of the great warrior - he came over and sat down on my bed - ellbows on his legs - thumbs under the chin - tapping with his fingertips - as if in thoughts - around his right arm - on the muscular top - a tattoo - like a ring - so he sat in my room - and i had called him - you spirit of the great warrior - i said - i have questions - and he said - i have arrows - and a sword - and i said - can you - give me courage? - and he said - i can give you - an arrow - through the ribs - but i said - i already had an arrow - through my ribs - the warrior stood up - and walked in my room - he had short black hair - and a bow - he looked at the pictures - on the wall - he touched the books - on the shelf - and took one out - it was a dictionary - he stroke it with gentle fingers - then he looked at me - in a way - that my watch - stopped ticking - the same fingers - tore - the book - into pieces - his eyes - always on mine - i made no comment - then he put his fist - onto the edge - of the shelf - and the fist moved - fast - to the other side - look at all the tumbling - books and papers! - and he danced - in the chaos - and i was paralyzed - until he opened - the window - gently - and threw out - the contains - of my room - it was then - that i started - to give him a hand - smiling at him - while he - without effort - flinged the office chair - into the open air - we heard it shatter - on the rocks - below us - then came the carpets - and the dirt - on the floor - i watched him remove - the wallpaper - down to the blank stone - so fresh was now - my room! -- out of his bag - the warrior took - a shining material - which looked like reddish dough - he rolled it out - and stretched it - on the clean floor - the walls - and all eight corners - like a craftsman - and quick - he was - every inch - even the ceiling - all was shining red - and in this light - the warrior looked - brave and stout - filling the place - with power - here you are - he said - and there i was - but where was i? - are you safe? - asked the archer - compassionately - and indeed i was - what is in this room? - he asked - and i said - there are you and me together - and a couple of chunks - in my head - the warrior looked at me - throw the chunks away - and find some space - but i found no window - it's there - it's there - he urged -- there was no window - in the room - no door - and no lamp - no walls - and no floor - there was - no point of reference - all was open - i could almost - toss the chunks - right into the universe - around me - so do it - the voice said - and so i did - small was i - without the chunks - but there was no point - of reference - what is in this room now? - asked the voice - of the spirit - of the great warrior - and there was nothing - there was not even - a room - maybe i was dead - and the spirit said - maybe you are - what difference does it make? - and it made no difference -- so i asked him - what are you fighting for? - and he said - we are very many - again i asked - what for? - and he said - i am strong - and there is - no other secret -- he took an arrow - and shot it - right into the air - up or down - nobody knew - its destination - but look at this graceful moment - this certainty - and skilled perfection - too late it was - for questions now - and too early for answers - the richness of nothing - dazzled my eyes - collected in a focal point - of no content - it was the starting world - and there was - nothing else - even i was only - a promising young smile - frozen in awe - when the spirit - of the great warrior - left the situation - like an unshown - photograph