Accepting the Sword

A saber moves straight through me.  I fall and catch the blade in my grasp.  I see a bear approaching and he is a melody.  Beginning a new phase has him interested in the ceremony.  I cannot be here and there at the same time.  Criminal malfeasance is all around me.  The negativity of the streams leaves it without fish, but an invasive species of snails flourish there.  For me, it is just me.  I speak in analogy, or not at all.  Come with me, spirit, and we push the judgment and poison down the hill.  A fluffy rabbit hops by and looks at the dripping blood on the sword.  I release, with courage, to have a day that I can slip away.