Monday, October 21, 2013



The Temple of the Three Swords
 
There was once a sword Master whose mountain top temple was protected by three swords. Two swords were positioned for defence at the rear of the temple, each in its own pot. And the greatest and first sword made was also kept in a pot at the front to guard the entrance from attack. The pot at the front is also where the Master would place his walking stick while at the temple. This placement of the swords was selected because the enemy would surely aim to attack at the weakest point which is often from behind. After many years of successful defence of the temple based upon this placement strategy it one day came to pass that the sword at the front of the temple was successfully stolen in the night while the Master slept in his private dwelling further down the mountain. Upon gathering at the temple the next day the other young swordsmen of the temple argued about where to position the remaining swords in order to provide the greatest defence. One believed that they should keep one sword at both the front and one at the back of the temple for the best defence since this would seem to balance their defences evenly. Another thought that both swords should be taken from the back of the temple and moved to the front since that appeared to have truly been the weakest point of their defences--the greatest original sword after-all having just been stolen from that position. Upon hearing the other young swordsmen caught up in debate, the Master, placing his walking stick in the pot at the front of the temple asked the first swordsman that did speak: "would not taking one sword from the rear of the temple to move to the front weaken the temple's defences in the precise place where it was determined to be the weakest and therefore make it more vulnerable to an attack that might succeed against the temple? Moreover, would it not be foolish to place one sword again at the front of the temple since the latter was so easily stolen from that location?" Turning to the second swordsman to have spoken, the Master then said: "And is not your proposal the same error taken to the extreme? You would have us abandon having any defence at the point where it is most needed in order to bring additional defences to a point of apparent weakness. Leaving the rear of the temple defenceless while offering up two more swords to the thief who took the first from the front of the temple." To this the young swordsmen fell silent for a moment before one raised his voice and asked: "But Master, how shall we now position the swords for the greatest defence of the temple?" And the Master replied: "The swords have always been ordered in the best way. That is why we have never fallen to attack at our weakest point. Moreover, if the enemy that attacks is the same to have stolen the sword from the front of the temple, he should expect us to move the swords into one of the different placements that you have been considering, thus, in both cases the weakest point is made more vulnerable to his attack and he may count upon such confusion and haste on our part. No, the placement of the swords will remain as they have been determined to provide the greatest protection against attack." With worry in his voice a young swordsman then said: "But Master, how should the front of the temple be protected now that the first and greatest sword has been stolen?" Looking over to the pot now containing his walking stick, the Master smiled. He turned back to the troubled swordsmen and said: "Your worry and trouble about how best to protect the temple is not the only case in which you are confused. Do you think a Master would ever leave behind his greatest and most powerful weapon? The first and greatest sword now rests in its proper place at the front of the temple. It was always the walking stick. The other was merely a fool's decoy. Now the enemy thinks we are weak and in a state of uncertainty but the truth is that we are as strong as ever. And weakness now rests with the enemy whose overconfidence in our weakness shall lead to his downfall should he be emboldened enough to attack."


                                                             -Brandon Fenton 2013

Saturday, September 21, 2013




The great below

The fluid has a steady flow
In then out like a warm casual breath
Only more strained and rigid
I lay on the rocks and sand
With the vegetation
My old companion
There is a synchrony between us
The escaping tide and my mind
Returning repeatedly but ever somewhat less fully
Both of us under the pull of some greater object
Uncertain if our guides act from whim or wisdom
The substance is impure and the body spasms
But underneath there is a welcoming
There is down the line a return to the ocean
Where all is swallowed up
And one's persistence is ensured by one's dissolution
But until then let me stay in the borderlands
To recognize this moment's admixture of comfort and terror
Of pleasure and pain
Of madness and peace
Of the natural and the perverted
Of drives and distress
Help me to synthesize for a fleeting moment these twin forces
That I may dwell in the silence of Being
The cold comfort of a reflection
From the underside of a still, shallow pool

                                                                 -Brandon Fenton 2013

Wednesday, March 20, 2013



Windsong

Hold now kissed by the shallow wind

I shall not return to this place again

Lifting gaze from soiled hands

Shattered maps and tilted landscapes

I fear, I feel, I will run away

Just to circle back at the end of day

A sigh escapes through parted lips

Blind alleys, stretched out fingers

Melodic sense now permeating

Like tides flow then receding

The motion ever towards you

What else would you have me to do?

I curse the core and then ask for more

And yet still always waiting

The air is heavy that I breathe

The ground is soft beneath my feet

Desert soaked & Swamp parched

 Blood flows backwards through this heart

Hold now kissed by the shallow wind

We shall never see this place again

Kissed now held by the shallow wind

What remains here we shall never mend

Held now upon the shallow wind

Breathe it through tired skin

A breath upon the shallow wind

A heart that’s full of keeping


-Brandon Fenton, 2013