—The Rakshasa awaits, with patience and calm, for the storm that arrives, for what might cause them harm. They just breath and let life take the time that it needs, and when everything seems to be in the right place, they will swing with their sword and put all in their swing. No worries of later, no wonders of past. They are clear like a lake, reflecting the sky, showing all that is in, flowing joyfully by. But you also remain part of life that is here. In this moment he can be as gentle as rain.