Reading, hearing
Again and again as if sacred
Teachings passed down
Sensei to sensei to sensei
Spanning generations
All the way down
To a lowly student dreaming
Seeking that unattainable
Perfection
May they never find it
February 15, 2025
Reading, hearing
Again and again as if sacred
Teachings passed down
Sensei to sensei to sensei
Spanning generations
All the way down
To a lowly student dreaming
Seeking that unattainable
Perfection
May they never find it
February 15, 2025
Many different ways
I learn from all my teachers
Dojo is life school
Never one sensei
Somehow it cannot be helped
Amalgamation
December 2, 2024
Her thumb resting calmly
On the tsuba at her waist
Hakama straight, gi tidy
Bare feet still
But eager to move…
(A poem about a federation-style jodo kata.)
Sliding, swishing, floating
Across this wood floor, striving
To move as clouds flow through the blue
Swinging, lunging, launching
Driven to strike in controlled abandonment
Towards an uncertain tomorrow
Tossing doubts and reservations away
We throw ourselves forward so our strikes may land
With both stinging intent and disciplined care
A respected teacher once said:
“We train in difficult things because it makes us better people.”
Seeking meaning in the struggle
To glow like the stars among us
We find self-improvement in the effort
We find connections in the harmony
So at the end of the day
We’re all, in at least some small way
Better people than when we woke
September 30 – October 1, 2024
The way of the bow forces me to learn how to meet seme with calmness.
This lesson hasn’t taken root yet, so I must remember every time: