Koan: A story, dialogue, question, or statement, the meaning of which cannot be understood by rational thinking but may be accessible through intuition or lateral thinking.
Anger.
Just Anger.
Pure and steady, pumping his heart and making his blood flow.
He was anger.
He was violence.
His breath came out in short sighs, his gaze searched in the city for his prey. The target of his hate ran across the city, and he, the faithful chaser, followed him.
His voice sounded in the air, one single word.
"IIIIIIZAAAYAAAAAAA!"
And he ran.
Running, screaming, lifting, throwing, tearing, jumping, breathing, existing in his wildest form, Heiwajima Shizuo ended up in the top of a hill, in a temple.
Until a sudden pain of metal against his flesh stopped him.
The sky roared with his voice, in a loud scream sad as suffering itself.
His prey had escaped.
And only the black, petrified eyes of Buddha saw his defeat.
He was not anger now, but regret.
Pieces of the city lay at his feet; signs, machine pieces, oil, metal, grass, concrete, dust, blood and a knife…
Blood from his leg and sweat of his brow covered him, and his gaze turned around just to see a stone with words.
"Light in the soul.
Peace in the world"
He scoffed and lighted up a cigarette. "We cowards only know fire", he mumbled.
"If it´s true, then let me know where my light is, damn it! There´s just anger and more anger and this strength stuff!"
He complained, but only wind heard him.
Returning home, he just groaned.
"Lies in the stone,
Violence in the world"
He cleaned his wound and covered it with a bandage, still breathing through his own fire.
When he finished he looked into the mirror.
And he saw that his reflection´s eyes were blue.
Sorry if this first part doesn´t make much sense. I am glad that you´ve read it.
It´s just a story based in zen tales, koan and haiku; that´s why it looks so weird.