For some you are just a piece of metal.
For some an intrument to end lifes.
For some you are just a piece in their flats to look at.
For me you are a piece with many meanings.
For me you are a proof of true craftsmenship.
A piece of history with endless stories.
Some of them are about death.
Some are about Life.
When I look at your sharp edge
I can imagine all the battles you fought.
All the mysterious stories about master swords
Swords used by masters with incredible fighting skills.
I’m not a sword master
Nor do I know how to use you.
But while holding you in my hands
I can feel your ancient soul.
A soul that talks to me.
Plants a dream in my heart
A dream that one day
I will be able to use you.
Join you in the old dance
A dance of fluid movement
Where the wielder and the sword become one.
United souls ready to fight.
But this fight is not to end lifes
It is about perfection
About finding your inner peace
It is about body and soul.
For me you are not a weapon of death
For me you are a tool of perfection.
A tool known as japanese sword
The most perfect sword – The Katana