Star Wars Tribute

They preach of the light in the temples of stone,
Of severing ties so you wander alone.
To bury the anger and quiet the fear,
To empty the vessel until it is clear.
The peaceful ascetics who gaze at the stars,
But sometimes their calmness is built out of scars.
They run from the shadows and hide from the night,
And blind their own eyes with the glare of the light.
Then rise up the warriors bathed in the flame,
Who harness the fury and conquer the game.
They draw on the passion, the grief, and the pain,
To shatter the limits and break every chain.
They wield their emotions like swords in the dark,
But burn down the forest to nurture the spark.
Consumed by the hunger, enslaved by the drive,
They conquer the galaxy, barely alive.
But look at the fabric that tethers the whole,
The invisible current that breathes in the soul.
It doesn't pick sides in the wars that we wage,
It hums in the silence and roars in the rage.
The river of life needs the storm and the spring,
The shadow is cast by the very same thing.
To cut off a half is to fracture the core,
And trap yourself deep in an endless, cold war.
So honor the peace that brings clarity's breath,
But don't let detachment just bore you to death.
And welcome the fire that gets the work done,
But don't let it blind you from warming the sun.
For we are the makers of balance and choice,
The light and the shadow expressing one voice.
To master the self, you must welcome the whole,
Two sides of the current, one Force in the soul.