Hungary

Storming through the forest bare,
In battle coats and armour,
Fighting so the enemy
Who will not show his Karma.

But resting then at end of day,
And refreshed in naked form,
One looks into a mirror boldly,
And discovers so a storm

Which rages deep within
The Soul, and begs to be released,
To free from cage thus ignorant,
Of all that needs be ceased.

Pause, reflect, and listen well,
Know your battle can be won,
But look to self for surrender,
And have some fun under the Sun.