Buddha with the sword

Enlightened sage of peaceful repose, Buddha, the sage with a sword in hand, His gaze like the sun, a fearsome glow. Within his village, he strolled with grace, A warrior's spirit and worldly charms, His breath, a calm wind, caressing space. The sword he carried, an emblem of might, A paradox of peace, a sacred blade, A symbol of truth, and darkness in light. With every step, the earth trembled below, His silent presence, a subtle thunder, He danced with life, his essence aglow. The sword, a tool to sever illusion's chain, To slice through the veils of ignorance, Unveiling truth, no falsehoods remain. With the sword in hand, he cut through strife, A warrior of love, compassion his shield, His teachings, the path to end all life's strife. The paradox of Buddha with a sword, A symbol of peace, a weapon of love, For only through truth, can peace be restored. Enlightened sage, with wisdom untold, Buddha, the warrior, fierce and serene, A beacon of light, his legacy unfold.