Street Samurai

So the evening was magical.
She is magical. She still is.

The street samurai does not follow his feelings — he is his feelings.
He sees himself through their eyes.

He witnesses an inflow of energy and what it brings.
He sees it as joyful, youthful, curious.

He is able to choose perspectives.
He can see himself through the lens of this inflow.

He is happy to be here as whole, with her as one.
He is glad the two of them are always here — anchored in us.

He inhales the clean Vienna air through the wide-open window.
He loves her content and clear as the weather feels.

She loves him back; she is real and steadfast.
Lawfulness follows from their knowing, their truth, their belonging.