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I.

“You can only fight the way you practice”
― Miyamoto Musashi, A Book of Five Rings: The Classic Guide to Strategy


His lessons started late
As always, and as always
What is thrown is a question
You grip tightly
around your fingers
as one would,
as one always should.

With a branch he beckons:
“Come” he asks,

“if a stick is struck from this angle,
what would your answer be?”


Always, the old man taught
With each strike, each parry,
Each disarm and lock,
Each time my knuckles
Would hurt. This way
he makes it sure
that my body
remembers.

This is always
the first step.
My mind might forget.
But the body
Remembers.


II.

“It is difficult to realize the true Way just through sword-fencing. Know the smallest things and the biggest things, the shallowest things and the deepest things.”
― Miyamoto Musashi, The Book of Five Rings: Miyamoto Musashi


With him, everything starts
The vague quality of nonwords
Taught from pain, simplified
Through science:

the fulcrum and the lever.

Each joint, each turn,
a pattern to comprehend,
all things work in context:

A framework of the undeniable
Fact:


the world is separate
In only these two words:


Taub at Tihaya

The colloquial words for
Face down and face up;
This is a pattern
of the body.

III.

“If you wish to control others you must first control yourself”
― Miyamoto Musashi, A Book of Five Rings: The Classic Guide to Strategy


Tihaya

The lesson starts
When he presses
His thumb forward
to a hand asking for alms
like turning a doorknob
too far to the right.

Taub

when I pull back
four fingers
on a giving hand
too far to what is left.

these are the means
for control.
When I know
How much is necessary
To push or to pull,
To teach or to break.

- 18 October 2017
For my Arnis Teachers: **** Mang Boy of Orabes Henerales; **** Fred Fernandez of Arnis Defense Silat, and Patrick Gamayo, a student of both teachers and combined the two arts.

* Special thanks for Jeffrey Steven Pua for additional poetics

*the first poem was also edited bybthe author to fit a call for submission and titled it as "Tenets of the Sword" for Luminous Scans.
Fa Be O  Jan 2014
Music
Fa Be O Jan 2014
There are vibrations rippling through my body
Strumming the strings in my heart
Until the notes sing from my throat
In small, rhythmic gasps,
In deep spasmodic cries:
Music, in every way,
Moving me,
Moving you.
You pluck my strings like guitar chords,
Reverberating in your rib cage,
Bouncing around in your head,
And strike the keys
Up and down my back,
Melodious "I love you's"
And comprehensible nonwords-
Sighs and gasps and moans.
I feel the pounding of your heart
Like a steadily faster drum beat:
Drums, like war signals,
Drums like music,
You have won, you have created,
Battles, art.
There are my tears-
Shed from the overwhelming beauty,
From the warmth of the embrace,
Of the music you and I create,
Like poetry:
A call and response.
From the night of  1/6/14

— The End —