it's history that won't let us fly
it's birds that won't let us
walk
it's legs that won't let us dream
- Bei Dao, 'A New
Century'
Faded
The name of Kensei is spoken everywhere. Of the man, the hero, there is no trace. Only the legend remains.
The mountains swallow you. In their cold streams you slake your thirst, but still your mouth burns. Asleep and awake, fire and blood are spectres; the hand that offered to deliver you, a sword-shard in your breast, chained to a runaway horse. It tugs upon your heart.
Thoughts are all that you carry now. No wealth or treasures, save yourself, as it has always been.
Events take their course; you cannot know if they are the rights ones, or how long you shall have to wait. Follow the story. What choice do you have?
In time the name must lead you to him.
11 November 2007