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Vagabond - Miyamoto Musashi

I fatefully stumbled upon a prominent Japanese beacon, whilst surfing through their in-despicable preserved heritage. This writer, and author of  The Book of Five Rings, the brilliant strategist and Buddhist, started forging his history-long prestige. After being foretold his destiny, he set out at the age of 16, into the world; into the wild; into the wind of knowledge.


No sane one keeps the story;
I've been portioned a ruthless glory;
The earth has smouldered my feet;
As it ventured past the smoking trees;
The self-will blazes;
Just as Fire to my Cold.

The years had slowed down;
It drilled me by the sword;
I slowed down my heart;
And trimmed off my own soul;
In order to learn that much;
I'm finally free and un-catchable.

I've come too far to see the end now;
Even if my way is wrong;
But I'll keep pushing on.
*Wa-l-k on So-n*
Miyamoto Musashi


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