For my dear son, M. (Eight years-old)
Don't let people take the best of you.
When friends cast verbal stones, let them
hit a steel exterior. Turn rock to rubber
balls bouncing off cement. Let them roll
off your soft-heart like beads of dew in
morning. Make manna.
If the stones shape-shift into arrows, assume
your poom-sae position. Complete the pattern
of the star. The power of defensive motions--
quick arms, strong legs builds the shield arrows hit.
Break. Fall at your feet.
If it is your hope they wish to dash to pieces,
catch the wing of a swooping falcon and ride.
Beckon it take you to the open sky, the tops of
trees, its perch high on a cliff. Always take in
the sights. See the far horizon.
If they attempt to persuade you of your faith,
challenge them. Kneel. Press your forehead
to solid ground. Palms and elbows flat on earth,
become a mighty mountain.
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