Meditation on inevitable death should be performed daily, once ones body and mind are at peace; they should imagine being ripped apart by arrows, swords, and spears.
Being thrown off thousand foot cliffs, dying of disease, or commuting seppuku at the deaths of one’s master.
One should consider themselves as dead..
Why should I be afraid to face anything, death….
Here and now I stand strong as myrtle trees. In depth in the substance of the way.
Although tyrant treachery stands to my face clutching weapons; I have nothing to hide nor fear… with weapons of my own.
Do not attest to who and what I am before I eclipse your mind into the nothingness in which we came from.
You cannot acclimate to this level of which you I fear not; devil in the midst, you make me laugh as I draw my sword.
Like an olden tax collector in Roman times you harass the poor and underprivileged. You disgrace the city we worked so hard to rise.
I didn’t know it was tax collection day….
I cut you down at dawn and watch the sunrise twinkle in your pool of blood, wiping my blade on your Babylonian uniform.
Bowing unto your rotting flesh.