A force, strong enough to create an uproar,
but not enough to snap the strings,
exerted itself on either side of my head
asserted something with vigor,
in its attempt to break open the temples gates.

Temples, are named inappropriately so,
for a place that lacks peace and purity.

I fought the force, bravely, but to no avail
I'd realized, fighting it only makes it stronger.
thence I stopped fighting,
Instead, I let it smash the ice-like coolness of mind,
even if it caused tremors and quakes all over.

Now I've let go of the stubbornness that ice inherits,
Now I've turned into water.
Now the blows are rendered meaningless,
Now they drown or float,
And now, I dance a slow dance with a softly sailing boat.

But alas, this peaceful war is still on,
I am still learning to be still,
I am learning to become invincible
By turning into vapor at will.