Thump, thump, thump…

He’s out there again,

Hitting that bloody piece of wood in the garden,

One of those Kung Fu nutters.

Every bloody day it’s the same,

Well I ain’t gonna tell him,

He’ll probably tie me up like a pretzel,

And post me back through our letterbox.

Thump, thump, thump,

Each time strike with seiken,

Shuto, tettsui and teisho,

Haito, koken and nukite.

Feet press directionally to the floor,

Spiraling through the legs,

Connecting through the core,

And powering out through the hands.

Thump, thump, thump,

The makiwara bends and is momentarily held,

The return force is repulsed,

Creating a ‘double tap’ of energy.

Thump thump thump,

Every day is a penny in the martial arts bank,

The blood on the wood is a reminder,

That everyone bleeds,

And all matter is impermanent.

Thump, thump, thump,

While life goes on we evolve,

Our resolve determination and courage,

Patience kindness and compassion,

Make us true martial art warriors…

One day there will be silence…

The makiwara will grow moss,

Nature will take it’s course,

As all things pass…..