I'd give the petals flying 
in the hurricane today
the peace they found in the bud
though it may never be.

The dark side of the Earth
encroaches on the day,
run to my heart for shelter
though it overwhelm me.

In the dohyo, immovable object 
meets immovable object.
All eyes turned that way
discern a kind of victory.

Thru this burning away of evil
giants stand, grow clearer.