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| A Warrior's Shield by � goeswith3faces The sky brightened, but the sun did not raise. The river�s water flew like a silver snake between walls of stone on a gray morning in end of January. Snow lay in the mountains and even when he did know that the river flows, it seemed to paint a ironclad picture of stagnation into the landscape. No wind, no noise only dry iciness ruled the moment. The frosty air made every life congealing and even shadows were unable to move. Mother Earth seemed to pay her tribute to the winter. The warrior�s spirit remained in this scene, enjoying this moment of silence. The calm before the storm. Whenever he had to make decisions like now, his spirit went to places like that. When the inner-dialog stopped, the heat of feelings calmed down and only the silence and icy clearness are left to illuminate his decision, he did know that truth was on his side. The morning breaks and the first glowing sunbeams flew over mountain�s snow like liquidly fire and when the first sunbeam was reflected in the river�s silverness, Creator breathed new life into the world. Overwhelmed to be witness of the magic of creation, he let the moment passing by and sent a silent prayer to Creator, before he went his way. The warriors only shield in wars is that he loves peace more than war and the only creature he should fear is hismelf. When we fight only in order to fight, we will lose something that we will never get back and we will destroy much more, than we are able to make up for in one life. Wars are starting in our hearts and it is up to us to make peace to the way out or to become part of war. When he led his horse into the battle, his hand touched a last time his daughter�s little doll that he wear on a chain around his neck and his spirit went back to his family, in order not to be derogated. Today is a good time to die, but by far a much better time to return to the living � With Love and Respect to all lives on Mother Earth ~ Goes-with-three-faces ~ |