The Power Within (Solo Training Thread)

[Masamune Tametomo]

He sat atop a hill, over fields fair,
And found the peace and tranquility
Afforded to him by meditating there
Among the tall grass overlooking the valley.

He'd come here to think
Upon the Force and himself.
To quietly bring himself to the brink
Of what he perceived and knew.

The Force was in all things,
This much he knew well,
But with life, the Force brings
Far, far more than what was known.

Understanding, it brought
To those who calmly sought it.
To rest and meditate on the thought
Of peace and balance and Force.

This was the path he walked
Now, to find his core
And to bring out what most balked
At showing to the daylight.

He focused now, no mind,
Only peace and stasis.
Worldly things refused to bind
His soul to his body.

His soul's power flared
As his focus grew in power.
Mind and soul now paired
Could now do more together than apart.

The intensity grew
And the Force rose
And Masamune knew
That this was only the beginning.

 

[Masamune Tametomo]

The Force rose and fell
As with Masamune's soul.
Neither Heaven nor Hell
Could cease his meditations.

He felt the Force without and within
As he focused among the tall grass.
His meditations could only begin
Once this exercise of the Force was done.

Down below in the field
The farmers toiled and worked
To bring their crop yield
To fruition for the coming days.

It was mid fall, almost winter,
And the crops needed harvesting
Before the snow arrived to hinder
The farmers' work and livelihood.

They could not feel the rise
And fall of Masamune's soul,
But knew he was upon the hill, tied
Into his mediations alone.

They knew not to disturb the man
As he needed focus and quiet
To achieve the work that no hand
Or tool of the physical world could do.

Masamune let the power grow
And fall repeatedly within himself
In a manner only he could know
As his focus and determination grew.

 

[Masamune Tametomo]

Steady the breathing
And halt the mind.
Find the meaning
And the rhythm sought.

The power now ready
He focused more keenly.
No longer a blaze burning steady
It now lowered and narrowed.

The strength was the same
But the blaze burned down
To a small, powerful flame
Held within the soul.

Here he held the light
To maintain the flame.
He let it burn bright
And alight the confines of the soul.

He let it kindle the coal
That rested at the bottom,
Deep set recesses of the soul
And set them alight.

 

[Masamune Tametomo]

One by one the set fire
And the soul began to glow.
The flame slowly grew higher
And the warmth spread.

The trance grew deep
And Masamune sat tranquil.
The cost of the Force was steep,
But he knew to focus regardless.

The flame burned bright, hot,
And still he kept it contained.
He let it the warmth flow, not
As it would, but as he controlled.

He felt the warmth in his limbs
And digits as it ebbed and flowed.
No chants or songs or hymns
Were uttered, just pure concentration.

Masamune drew the warmth back
Then, and let it rest inside.
Though stamina he did not lack,
He knew this was but another exercise.

 

[Masamune Tametomo]

Extending the warmth again
He focused further once more.
This was but a cycle to begin
And he needed patience now.

To hasten now would ruin
What he sought to do here.
A method of the force yet unproven
Was to be his silent battleground.

Again and again it spread
And returned as his concentration grew.
He knew for certain in his head
That this may surely succeed.

It was as if his muscles flexed
Though he did not move at all.
Any who could sense him would be perplexed
At the methods he now used.

A focus inward, without teacher,
Was what he aimed for.
Teacher he was and a preacher
Also, to an extent, and needed neither.

To learn of one's self, the goal
He desired to obtain.
To learn more deeply of the soul
And how to focus such latent power.

Not to best an enemy or boast
From the mountain tops.
No, self discovery was the most
Basic, and important, lesson here.

 

[Masamune Tametomo]

The flame grew white hot and bright
As the swordsmith focused fiercely.
As day grew to evening, and evening to night
He remained among the tall grass.

Food and sustenance he had no need
As the Force gave him what he required.
Of fatigue and aches he gave no heed
As his work was not yet complete.

The flame burned brighter still
As his power focused, grew.
He sat silently upon the grassy hill
All thought the ordeal.

Silently, he began again
To flex his control of the force.
To truly, fully, wholly begin
To understand required test after test.

The darkness grew heavy
As night fully fell upon the valley.
Despite the control, he knew be wasn't ready.
Not yet, not quite, but soon perhaps.

 

[Masamune Tametomo]

Yet again, another test
To encourage his mind and
Body to control the Force as best
He could through reflex and memory.

He could feel the burning
In his fingertips, in his toes,
As he fought the yearning
Blaze in his very soul.

He felt the Force fly
Down his limbs and felt
It all in detail, though why
It did so he knew not.

Despite this, he focused more
To understand how such things
Worked within the body, the core,
And the soul itself.

He began to begin again,
To test his concentration
And test his soul, to begin
To understand how to control it.

 

[Masamune Tametomo]

Over and over again
He flexed and concentrated.
The flame did begin
To burn fiercer.

Slowly he let the exercise cease
And instead tried a different
Method, funded silent peace
Within his heart and soul.

He used such peace and began
To move the flame from his soul.
From heart to mind it ran
Until he let it sit in his hands.

His palms burned from the heat
Of the Force energy as he focused.
He let the flame rise and fall in beat
To his own heart and soul as one.

He stayed there for many hours
With the flame in his hands
And many more using his powers
To move it to and fro within.