January 12, 2015

??????????My Teacher

I struggle…
straining for the sequence
in my head.
After years,
I am no longer afraid of
his watching my floundering search
for the next block, the next stance.

His patience
meets me.
Kosokun Dai chunking,
bit by bit.
I leave with confidence
because I go beyond
the last time.

Holding his Katana,
I know the potential
for strength and power
in my teacher.
I know it better because
he stands back.
He waits.
He believes.
In him, freedom to learn.


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