Iaido Meditation

eyebrows growing out
droop past nose and chin
shakuhachi notes
swirling in the wind

bird song behind
water droplets falling
reflecting-pool ripples
while koi blow bubbles

single cut with my
quick Iaido blade
severs blossom
and stem

silk scarf pared in
two as it slides down
the razor edge of my
katana’s molten soul

intention and action
are one already flowing
in the instant of
conception.

–LE