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Thursday, December 19, 2013

My training poem ..

I wrote this poem to reflect some thinking I am going through ...



Learning and unlearning 

New technique ... if I learn you, you will make me look rather chic
But you are hard to grasp
and if I try and rush it the outcome is in fact .. bleak.

I look poor at first mimicking your moves
 it looks like I have donkey hooves!

When it comes to mastering you I show it off to all concerned...
Then get told to re-learn it all from scratch as it is all wrong in the first place.

Dam! This is typical in the martial arts
It makes you feel like there is no light at the end of the tunnel - except just another train.

I start again from scratch,  these moves I rehash and patch
Now I know how Incey-Wincey spider felt being flushed down the drain

New Technique II you are the sequel
And if I can master these you make me look like the others and now an equal

William Blake.