Spiritual S H I N O B I (Poem)

As we walk in this world, we are,

Spiritual Shinobi.

People treading on me like they know me,

Expecting an aggressive reaction like they owe me,

Or for me to cry like “woe is me?”

What can I do without my power?

Must I depend on a coward whom I once admired in my naivete days,

In a daze by vain traits amazed by false charm,

Until truth sounded the alarm, for me to be alarmed,

Took me a while to realize I was truly harmed,

T’was called among others to walk courageously into the narrow path,

As the years went by, we went up the ranks of this life,

Stifled by the messes, pain was relentless, we didn’t settle to lay in bed with this nonsense,

Tests seemed meaningless until we bared to witness true greatness that makes us,

Our conscience is God,

Or perhaps God speaks to us through our conscience,

Either way there was a voice that sang, rang the alarm before we go do harm to ourselves or others,

We tend to lose when we don’t take heed to repeated warnings until it has us mourning,

We constantly are at battle with untouchable realms,

They say “Earth is parallel to hell,”

We’re constantly getting attacked simultaneously by the physical and the spiritual,

That’s why we have to make mind rejuvenation, prayer, fasting, nature walks, and meditation a ritual.

Everything happens for a reason, keep your eyes open for intruders that may seek to break into your home, your temple, your castle must be on defense mode,

impeccable defense like an undefeated world champion boxer, keeping doors locked, so even the nocturnal troops cannot knock, through the impenetrable cement blocks,

Cementing the concept that we’re selective of whom we allow to visit,

Our Kingdom, cannot be ruled by the dumb,

Our Shinobi Kingdom must stand strong, against the darkness that keeps on lurking from murky waters, seeking to only destroy any chance they get, don’t give’em any chances,

We already know the advances of savages,

Nothing can remedy a cemented reprobate mind incarcerated in a den of wickedness,

Walking mindlessly like zombies, you cannot trust them, approach cautiously,

Otherwise their bite will diminish your ability to fight, war ignites,

Maintain discernment and observe the absurdities of our enemies,

Stay strong fellow Spiritual Shinobi, and for as long as your vision never gets blurry, you have nothing to worry.

 © 2021

Published by Yasira Akamai

Writer. Poet. Artist. Lyricist. Born in December 16, 1995. I'm Mexican-American of Native American and Spanish descent. Southwestern US born -> Grew up in the Chicagoland area including Northwest Indiana (mostly East Chicago) -> moved to a warmer place. I've been writing since like around the late 2000s. Depression and anxiety was swallowing me and I had difficulty trusting others, so I decided to confide in writing. It started off as Spanish songwriting, then it evolved into English poetry, prose, and short stories the more I improved my English grammar and vocabulary. I once had to take ESL classes, until it was determined that I didn't need to anymore around middle school. I became so dedicated to writing that I just did it everyday, and it served as my daily therapy as I was battling with negative thoughts. It put my mind in a state of meditation where it opened me up to many ideas and inspiration that I lived to create. I began to notice that I could write and speak things into existence with my words and actions. I had to find myself, and search for the power of the mind. Blog posts written by the author (Yasira Akamai) are intellectual property that belongs to the original author.  ©2021 Yasira Akamai, Power_of_the_Mind_Blog

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