Jayun Jajida
11" x 14" acrylic on canvas panel


Watching him open his eyes 
was like watching the dawn, 
mysterious, powerful and all-encompassing

There were times when 
She spied something of Manjursi in him, 
a peaceful wall of force that acted with honor

Resting there 
in the moments of naked silence, 
They were alive

But She forgot 
the cardinal rule
in loving someone
like nature:

A Ronin belongs
to no one
except Himself.