Tip pointed and sharp, like the peak Of a mountain, a triangle Razor sharp resting at the top; Straight and plumb, from the mound like earth, A path for energy, receiving From below, creating above. Foot flat in the ground like the root Of a tree gaining strength from earth, Pushing life force up to the waist, Power centered round and round Ready to flow and fly, lightly, As on a cloud, sure and direct. Peak gently vibrating, dipping Down, up and sweeping down across Enemy ankles, perhaps, stop Only seen if knowing, and then Up, pierce a cloud, open a path, Guard the head, ready, poised on high. Forward, no, circle back, around, Down, up, resting like a moth flat Focus in the middle, ready, But need another sweep, from the Wrist, quickly, add energy there; So; tip cuts at wrist, edge protects. Stepping forward, backward, always This foot or that foot, never both; Sometimes a jump, usually a place, Always precise, control from waist By mind awake, alert, exact, Continuous, water and wind. Eyes follow dainty deadly tip Up, behind, down, swishing, stop, so quick, so accurate, darting In, placed here or there exactly; And moving again, united Flowing, connected, moving on.
Last update: September, 2008.
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