By Cliff Dean
Unseen
(beyond familiar ground),
untextured
by the taint of "known",
unfettered
by mere mind's conceptions,
the ground beneath the unturned stone
lies
undefined
and is.
By Cliff Dean
Beliefs are filters
Through which we look
To see the world
From a tiny nook.
Stand back and look
To see what blinds
We've drawn across
Accepting minds.
by Ken King (originally sent to the Aikido-L mailing list)
My Sensei cares about his practice
My Sensei cares about my practice
My Sensei cares about your practice
My Sensei is not perfect
My Sensei is "right" most the time
My Sensei puts me up against a brick wall
My Sensei puts puts me in the brick wall
My Sensei helps me over the brick wall
My Sensei puts up another brick wall
My Sensei believes in a good foundation
My Sensei is a great builder
My Sensei trains hard
My Sensei trains me hard
My Sensei is very soft
My Sensei knows what he wants
My Sensei expects me to know what he wants
My Sensei rarely gets what he wants
My Sensei works with what he gets
My Sensei scares me
My Sensei inspires me
My Sensei confuses me
My Sensei enlightens me
My Sensei - Thank you
adapted by Wynne from "Seasons of Love" from the musical Rent
525,600 minutes
525,000 journeys to live
525,600 minutes
How do you measure
Measure a year?
In ki tests?
In shikkyo
In taigi?
In shomen-uchi?
In waza?
In hanmi?
In kote-gaeshi?
525,600 minutes
How do you measure
A year in a dojo?
In bleachers?
In pool views?
In rolling?
In funakogi?
In bokken?
In shinai?
In tanto or jo?
525,600 minutes
525,000 lessons to teach
525,600 minutes
How do you measure a year
Of a sensei in Longmont?
In mirrors?
In showers?
In gradings?
In ginger compress?
In yellow?
In orange?
In over-the-top?
525,600 minutes
525,000 sword cuts to go
525,600 minutes
How do you measure
Measure a year?
In questions?
In misogi?
In bowing?
In sitting seiza?
In endless
Variations
Of folding hakama?
525,600 minutes
How do you measure
A year in a dojo?
In pizza?
In costumes?
In mummies?
In toilet paper?
In pot lucks?
In cheesecake?
In purses that hide?
525,600 minutes
525,000 students to meet
525,600 minutes
How do you measure a year
Of a sensei in Longmont?
It's time now to practice
For the learning never ends
Let's celebrate, remember a year
In the life of friends!
It’s dark outside
Pitch black in the sky
As I head to misogi
With my swimsuit, towel and dogi
Wondering if I’ll laugh or freeze or cry.
Will anybody be there?
Are we crazy? Are we nuts?
If we listen to our spouses
Warm and cozy in our houses
Might we lose our good intentions, lose our guts?
Short on sleep
But long on will
Seven of us show up
Certain only that we’ll grow up
For we’ve got a year ahead of us to fill.
Got the truck keys
Got the cell phone
Whoops! the wallet’s locked inside
Drove on fumes and rode the tide
Sensei’s always got a trick he hasn’t shown.
Hidden in the stack
Of risers for the step class
Sensei made a dojo gift
Something heavy, fun to lift
How I wish he had run out of gas.
Our first New Year’s misogi
Iron jo, a thousand cuts
As we listen to the Motto
There’s no doubt we’ve lost the lotto
Once we start there are no ifs or ands or buts.
Gingerly we rise
Ready bars and send them up
With a universal spirit
If you listen you can hear it
Lift and drop, lift and drop, lift and drop.
Everyone will struggle
Isn’t that what Sensei said?
To unify mind and body
The ultimate purpose of my study . . .
This bar feels like a couple tons of lead.
Hope somebody’s counting
Sweat is running in my eye
Keeping up is nigh impossible
This could put me in the hospital!
And we finish with a joyous shout “Ki-ai!”
Help me lift the coffee pot
Help me pour it, feed me too!
Whole wheat brown sugar! – pass that here
That side of bacon sits awfully near
Why won’t my arms do what they used to do?
O-Sensei gave us this strange budo
Jones-Sensei gave us King-sensei so
King-Sensei could give us iron jo
That would make us learn how to go with the flow
And help all things develop and grow.
Happy New Year all!
– Wynne Palmer, 2003