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Bret White Mar 2021
My mind...

It must be empty.

It must be sharp.

Hard like diamond

Flexible like water

And cut...

Like a sword I wield in my hands
I thought of this poem while practicing Iaido. It is fitting due to the decisive action of the stroke of the sword. You can't second guess, and your mind has to be focused on the task, but open to possibilities of attack and defense. I am still working on the zen of the martial art.
Marcus Belcher Nov 2015
Boiling blood is just the start
Igniting the energy of the heart
The chi, it swirls to and fro
At the Master's command
Ready to flow
It builds, it builds!
Whispering gently to muscle and nerve
The mind removed to keep emotions at bay
Movements are swift
Precision and trust
Past and future
No place here
The moment the air is cut by no fear
Only the moment remains
The moment.....
When a samurai reveals his blade

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