Ghost Dance

Are we so brave then to become what we must from our defeat?
And if in our becoming we lose our fear for change do we not die a little to become more?
In our falling are we not giants with wings to tumble and then rise up again and become what we cannot lose?
When the sword falls, how much of our destiny sees us beneath it, and how much is it our choice?
Silence in solitude brings answers to the warrior who must dance this; but only after rising to claim it.
Those that stay fallen must be counted as lost and grieved when the time comes to do so, if honour is upheld.
Those ones who are lost before they fall must be cast from the circle when found or else doubt and defeat will come to infect even the strongest hearts.
If in the warrior’s heart the battle has already been won there cannot then be defeat for that warrior, for the war is not fought on the field, it is fought inside where the fear rises and if conquered there, then the greatest battle has already been won and all other battles will be but a skirmish and will be seen for what they are in the greater fight as but some darkness come to assail the light.