Not a single star in the sky
Just heavy grey clouds
The air is cold in a way that doesn’t hurt
But instead wakes us as we laugh
Outside the dojo space and time tonight
…
Not a single star in the sky
Just heavy grey clouds
The air is cold in a way that doesn’t hurt
But instead wakes us as we laugh
Outside the dojo space and time tonight
…
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: