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Tai Chi Is About Depth

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This morning’s neigong:
Tai Chi is all about depth;
It’s an iceberg rather than a mountain;
Not how much you know;
But how deeply you can experience.

Buddha means ‘one who is awake’;
Living fully in the present;
Experiencing life in all it’s richness;
We have a body and senses for just that purpose.

It is at is, right now in this moment;
The pressure of moist summer air on the skin;
Invigorating the internal system from the lungs;
Tasted on the tongue, smelled in the nose;
The sweet fragrant mix of roses and jasmine.

The softness of yin;
On the inside of the limbs and down the front of the body;
The empowerment of yang;
On the outside of the limbs and up the back;
The perfect harmony of the two…

The more yin your mind makes the yin;
The more you empower the yang;
And vica versa;
The depth of the experience becomes richer.

Tai Chi power is all about the depth of the awareness, focus, sensitivity and intensity;
And your ability to direct it.

 

Steve Rowe— at Shi Kon Martial Arts.

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Inside Out

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How do you want people to treat you?
Then treat them the same way.
You want respect?
Then give it and earn it.
You want people to see you as a good martial artist?
Then work hard and become one.
You want respect as a martial arts coach?
Then act like one.
You want to be treated as an adult?
Then behave like one.
You want the coach to teach you well?
Then be a good student.

I study people and most can’t see the obvious.
They complain about their treatment,
That they’re not treated with respect,
That they’re not taught properly,
That their students don’t respect them as coaches;

They blame everyone and everything apart from themselves.

They didn’t look inside.

Remember we live from the inside out, not the outside in.

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I See You

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I see you….
Because I meditate and practice neigong,
I see you,
I see the savage beast when the mask slips,
Maybe only for a second,
But I see you.

I also see the angel,
When you have pure altruistic compassion,
When you really care;
When your caring is free from fear or pity,
When there is no desire for an end result,
That’s when your angel is looking through your eyes.

My unfettered mind see’s how you wear your body;
The tension borne from fear,
The bowed head, the lazy slouch,
The jutting chin and darting eyes;
The deepest muscles ‘holding’ your darkest fears;
I see you in there.

I also see when your body is free;
When your natural beauty shines through,
When you are tall and straight,
Tension free and shining,
When you float as you move like your angel,
I see you you in there.

You cannot hide from an open mind;
My eyes are not camera’s,
I’m looking from my deepest soul,
It ‘perceives’ until you and I are one,
I become you and then I really ‘see’ what and whom you really are.

I see you….

 

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A Walk In The Woods

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Today I went for a walk,
Well, actually a shuffle;
The ground was uneven,
With 14 surgeries on my legs,
I can barely move.

Everyone passed me by,
But I had the advantage;
I could see everything they missed,
I could hear what they didn’t,
I could smell and taste what they couldn’t.

I felt sorry for them;
I had constant pain to let me know, That I was alive;
I was grateful to walk,
Grateful to be alive.

I hadn’t smelled the earth for years,
The moisture from the rain and river on my skin and tongue;
The woody smell from both growing and rotting wood;
They all spoke to me.

Sometimes a disability is an advantage.
It holds you in the present;
It sharpens your senses,
And reminds you how lucky you are to still be here;
Whilst the rest of the world walks by distracted.

 

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The Eyes Of The Dead

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The first shovel full of earth hit the lid of my coffin;
My dead eyes stared at the other side;
So that was it, another vehicle worn out:
And what had I done?

We all know we’re going to die;
But we push it to the back of our mind;
And behave like we’re going to live forever;
But each day leads us onwards;
To that one inevitable end.

Another sod hits the coffin lid;
My body has expired;
Because I’m not ‘me’ anymore;
I see everything in a different light;
My perspective has already grown.

In the back of my mind I always knew,
That the purpose of life was to live;
That ‘being human’ was a challenge:
That politics causes disconnection;
And mental stillness joins everything up.

And now everything was still;
As the earth piled up above me;
My mind had clarity;
Lying in the heart of the earth;
As my body rots and my thoughts dissipate:
What was I going to take with me?

Nothing. No-thing. I was entering No-thing-ness;
But in meditation I had already been there;
I was prepared to let go.
There was no-thing left to carry;
No-thing left to resolve;
I had already made myself free within life.

I had left a legacy, one hopefully of compassion and peace;
Of how life could be if the perspective of humanity could grow;
Right view and aspiration,
Right speech, behaviour and livelihood;
And right effort, mindfulness and concentration;
Meant there was another way.

Action was the legacy and purpose;
A step towards what could be;
Where evolution could take the world;
And humanity could become Gods;
Instead of being a virus.

Now the shovelling has stopped;
My tomb was completely silent;
Surrounded by the Earth so many stand on;
Yet so few choose to acknowledge;
Let alone respect.

Here is the truth, each person’s inevitable end;
Silence, the body’s conversion to universal energy;
Purpose fulfilled, because despite what everyone tells you;
The purpose of life is to live.
No-thing left to carry with you.

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The Softest Touch

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I am a ghost, a wraith;
Passing through life with the softest touch.
I own nothing and no-one;
Anything bought belongs to the Earth;
And any person loved is completely free.

I am only here to learn;
I stand on the line between life and death;
Free to love, cherish and enjoy;
To embrace pain and suffering;
To understand how one creates the other.

By not blundering, not ‘forcing’;
But stepping back and yielding;
Only using the softest guiding hand;
To bring imbalance back to the Tao.

Stiffness, clumsiness and ego;
Trying to prevent or force intention;
Only bring pain and suffering;
Better to use wisdom and softness;
Understand and gently guide.

By not owning or possessing;
But giving and gently blending and guiding;
We harmonise with life;
And bring peace to ourselves;
To those around us and the world.

By Steve Rowe

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Why Me?

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Why Me?

Why me?

I’m a good person,

I don’t do anything wrong,

So why do I have to suffer?

All the horrible evil people in the world,

And this has to happen to me,

That can’t be right,

Is there no justice?

Do you think there is a God sitting in judgment of you?

That people that do good get a ‘nice’ time?

A God making sure that evil people suffer?

Look around you….

There is the law of the universe,

That is true,

Then there is a current law of society,

That is attempted by humans.

It is cultural, founded in religion,

Devised by politicians,

Intended to make people live in peace,

It often fails.

Human law won’t stop you getting cancer,

It won’t prevent sickness or accidents,

It won’t stop wars, floods or earthquakes,

It’s designed to help people live in peace.

Even that doesn’t work all the time,

It’s not usually there when crime happens,

It only tries to clean up afterwards,

So justice has limited effect.

It is a cultural way of thinking,

That we ‘deserve’ a good or bad time,

It is false and wrong,

And will create a victim mentality.

There is cause and effect,

We can work with that,

But what happens, happens,

And we have to deal with that.

If we develop warriors mind,

Good and bad are the same,

We work with what we get,

And always make the best.

We don’t look at others,

With envy, greed or jealousy,

They have their own problems,

No one gets away free.

If they did, what’s the point of being alive?

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