You’d think people living in places far from the equator would have a very strong relationships with their internal selves. Away from that great center line of the Earth, daylight dwindles from the expanding grip of night as winter waxes. Inhabitants of such distant lands reach the solstice and enter a cold that won’t retreat… Continue reading Going Inside
First of all … MERRY CHRISTMAS from a white snowy Japan! All is well here. I wish the best for you all on this very special time of the year. In Japan you’ll see lots of Christmas advertising and decorations, there’s tons of Christmas cakes everywhere, and I’m sure that the occasional gift is given,… Continue reading the Great White Fear
In aikido we learn to relax in movement. In kyudo we learn to relax while doing something impossible. In zazen we learn to relax while being human. It’s all just different kinds of relaxing, and all you have to do is just … relax. But you can’t “just relax”. I went to onsen today,… Continue reading It’s all just relaxing
I’ve been away for awhile. If you’re into categorizations, you could say I’ve been in a phase. Almost a month ago I went to a very eye-opening aikido seminar, one that made me think about what is “good aikido”, “bad aikido”, “why we do aikido”, and how I fit into all of that. This was… Continue reading Lying Down Into Winter
You want to take away my answer. We’ve come here by no accident. I stand in front of you. Now what? I’ve never turned back before. I can feel some warmth inside. It only ends in sleep. By my own hand? By another’s? By fading time? We always wake up.
I discovered I didn’t have, so I began to quest. I found the masses: slaves following smiles and applause. FEAR. I looked up to God: shells of the illusory oversoul. Now I search for teachers; not perfect, yet better than me. But you know what? It all takes too long. I’m ready to go, be, explode the center..… Continue reading Hero
I love my senseis because they don’t care if I haven’t come to practice, or if I won’t in the future. They can’t. When they see me, they only just see me; an entity blinding the rest of illusion. There I am asking for specific help, and they can’t help but teach. This unmistakable focusing… Continue reading To a Point: Part II