Story Seed- Taoist monk possessed by warrior spirit

A humble pacifist is the protaganist. He is sometimes possessed by a fierce ancestral spirit of amazing martial prowess. He can give up control of his body at any time but has no recollection of what happened while he was possessed.

Today I have been depressed and purposeless. My life seems adrift, empty, passionless. I've cried twice today, both times from gratitude and love, but even so, empty. What am I doing with my life? What is worth some effort? I've quit playing Magic for months now, I've quit smoking except for a random discarded butt here and there. My responsibilities have dwindled to the microscopic. The business is sold, my slavery ended. My freedom is both boundless and oppressive. When did I sequester away the expectation that when there were no more obstacles everything I ever wanted would just flow from my heart into the world. I thought, without ever acknowledging that I thought it, that I would design games, write books, make art; Produce and produce so effortlessly that I'd make money by accident (not that I'd need it) because without all the mundane and torturous obstacles in my way I'd excrete value for myself and for the world. What foolishness! If I didn't apply myself to the worthwhile when leisure time was rare and precious, how much harder to do so when absolutely anything can be put off for just another hour, day, year.

By the Cave

The fire doesn't need stirring
So there's nothing to be done.
The fat logs will burn as they are for some time.
They are smoking themselves.
I see the smoke,
Exhaled through their little mouths on the end.
How greedily they must be drinking of the flame
To exhale, exhale, exhale, so steadily!

Excuses

It's not that I haven't written.
I've been pouring my heart out onto the inside of the paper
tubes of cigarettes.
The words flow out of me
then I suck them up into my lungs,
inhaling deeply,
and they make me feel lightheaded and nauseous and sorry
for myself.
That's why it's been so hard to quit.
I'm not addicted to tobacco.
It's my own poison words that I can't
do without.
What could I do with them
besides choke?