mastery — haiku

Ron Mohr, Sifu and brilliant martial artist, often spoke to us about perfect practice and repetition blending the mind and the movement until they became one.

Ten thousand motions
Seasons, balanced, unchanging
Assimilated

Bruce Lee, movie star, martial artist philosopher, once said:

“Self-knowledge involves relationship. To know oneself is to study one self in action with another person. Relationship is a process of self evaluation and self revelation. Relationship is the mirror in which you discover yourself – to be is to be related.”
― Bruce Lee

Under the watchful eye of Sifu Mohr, we watched and studied movement balance and footwork. We learned our limits, we learned ten thousand things. Understand that life is a dance, and become a master of it.


tangent – poem, reason 2 rhyme

little scribble for reason 2 rhyme
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college girl – reason to rhyme

little scribble for reason 2 rhyme

poem comparing two days in history yesterday and today… Read the rest of this entry »


radio silence — haiku

what if we never heard… Read the rest of this entry »


in the wild — friday fictioneers — unsubmitted

100 words, written for the Madison Woods Friday Fictioneers, constructive criticism welcomed.

I really struggled here, and didn’t link it back, instead starting over with brambles. If you like one over the other, I would be interested in your thoughts of why – bw

Adventure kept you young — you always laughed
secrets undiscovered, hands held delighted seeking
we two so full of youth it barely mattered

Traversing woods near river’s lazy banks
cross mossy paths, silent footsteps, ancient shady trees
where mosquitoes buzzed our only witness

Brilliant sunlight, secret grove, an Eden
Where abundant berries awaited
Unplundered by the wild and ravenous birds

Sun warmed, we feast and feed each other,
as shadows slowly lengthen
words cease and other hungers stir awake

Eyes sparkling blue, so deep inviting
taste of lips so sweet, delighting
I gently move to share the secrets of your heart


brambles –

100 words, written for the Madison Woods Friday Fictioneers, constructive criticism welcomed.
wild rasberies — we called them brambles, picture here

Sometimes, there isn’t ever a good time to say goodbye.
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cycling — poem

It was 93 when we set off for a 30 plus mile ride at 10:26 Read the rest of this entry »