If the world is a dream and an illusion
then I wish to dream riches,
passing riches,
places, passing.
I dream more potently now,
Could I perhaps control the dream of my life?
It seems I already do,
by doing nothing,
And by trying I have accomplished nothing.
By doing nothing the world seems to mold itself into
my wishes.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Tiger Crane Ex-Monte Fist
Shadow in a cave
Darker than the darkness
falling back, deep, far into a darkness.
Space within space
falling in on itself,
far back in out and forward
to the first thought that was the universe.
Here....
Stillness, Mountainness.
Mountain of mountains, rootedness in nothing
rottedness before a ground to root in.
Still.
Awake in light.
Two fingers. pushing out,
POwer pushing out on all sides.
The hook of a wing circles back as a Tigers Claw
and swinging a round downward in a dropping back fist returns.
Once from the right. Once from the left and then both sides two at once.
Coming down the mountain adn returning.
Darker than the darkness
falling back, deep, far into a darkness.
Space within space
falling in on itself,
far back in out and forward
to the first thought that was the universe.
Here....
Stillness, Mountainness.
Mountain of mountains, rootedness in nothing
rottedness before a ground to root in.
Still.
Awake in light.
Two fingers. pushing out,
POwer pushing out on all sides.
The hook of a wing circles back as a Tigers Claw
and swinging a round downward in a dropping back fist returns.
Once from the right. Once from the left and then both sides two at once.
Coming down the mountain adn returning.
Tiger Crane from out of Mountain
A mountain and a stream
peaceful, tranquil, and serene.
Still.
Calm.
A silent step.
Shap beak on an elegant neck.
Death comes to a fish in a quick quiet snap.
Snuffing out in a kill that disturbs nothing.
or perhaps a water fall of thundering ferocity.
Roaring out from the quiet in the underbrush.
A tiger growl heard for miles
pounding fear into listening hearts.
peaceful, tranquil, and serene.
Still.
Calm.
A silent step.
Shap beak on an elegant neck.
Death comes to a fish in a quick quiet snap.
Snuffing out in a kill that disturbs nothing.
or perhaps a water fall of thundering ferocity.
Roaring out from the quiet in the underbrush.
A tiger growl heard for miles
pounding fear into listening hearts.
Friday, January 9, 2009
Child of Chi Gung
In our early past there was a young child that had learned Chi Gung and Kung Fu at an early age.Chi Gung was practiced by the child's ancestors, and much of the technique was instinct.
Also, the child was born surrounded by this art in the way that you and I are surrounded by our language and our particular customs. And so the child began picking up these breathing techniques as it picked up breathing, these movements and strength as it picked up normal movement and strength, and being in this early part of our human existence, the child and the wilderness were one and the same.
The child slept in a field leaning sideways on a rock, resting head on arm while a Tiger drew near to it. The smell of the child made the Tiger quiver with fear, but it still drew nearer. The child opened an eye and the Tiger jolted to spring away. The child slapped a palm down and grabbed the Tigers tail slowly dragging it back and played with it until the child became bored and let it go.
Thus as we have become powerful in our technologies and machinary we have become weak in our bodies so that we no longer able to fully use the air we breathe in and convert it efficiently into energy.
Also, the child was born surrounded by this art in the way that you and I are surrounded by our language and our particular customs. And so the child began picking up these breathing techniques as it picked up breathing, these movements and strength as it picked up normal movement and strength, and being in this early part of our human existence, the child and the wilderness were one and the same.
The child slept in a field leaning sideways on a rock, resting head on arm while a Tiger drew near to it. The smell of the child made the Tiger quiver with fear, but it still drew nearer. The child opened an eye and the Tiger jolted to spring away. The child slapped a palm down and grabbed the Tigers tail slowly dragging it back and played with it until the child became bored and let it go.
Thus as we have become powerful in our technologies and machinary we have become weak in our bodies so that we no longer able to fully use the air we breathe in and convert it efficiently into energy.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Kung Fu/Chi Gung/Meditation
These movements and postures,
they are our eucharist,
our rituals,
our practices,
Indeed they help us to embody our ancestors,
whether we believe they have achieved a higher existence or not.
These movements and non movements,
they bring us to a higher state,
Divine, physical, or mental, perhaps you are an atheist
perhaps you are religious
perhaps you are spiritual,
But nonetheless you attain a higher physical and mental level.
An opiate of the masses that does not lie,
(Though the masses will resist it because of this.)
a drug, addictive, that is good for you, that you can not run out of,
that does not increase in price,
That can help you to protect yourself
and make actions more easily.
they are our eucharist,
our rituals,
our practices,
Indeed they help us to embody our ancestors,
whether we believe they have achieved a higher existence or not.
These movements and non movements,
they bring us to a higher state,
Divine, physical, or mental, perhaps you are an atheist
perhaps you are religious
perhaps you are spiritual,
But nonetheless you attain a higher physical and mental level.
An opiate of the masses that does not lie,
(Though the masses will resist it because of this.)
a drug, addictive, that is good for you, that you can not run out of,
that does not increase in price,
That can help you to protect yourself
and make actions more easily.
100 year old man and 200 year old man
The emperor and his entourage suddenly stopped on the road and the Emperor demmanded to know the meaning of it. He found that a young man was beating an old man. He had them both brought before him and asked of the young man, "Young man! Why are you beating this old man!"The young man, or so he looked to be, said,"Young man? I am over two hundred years old. This fool is my son. He is only one hundred. Why can't I beat him?"A crowd had gathered. After some research the Emperor found this to be true."How is it that you appear young while your son appears old?" asked the Emperor."I appear young because I practice Mein Lay Jum. I beat my son because though he knows Mein Lay Jum he does not practice, and so has come to appear older than me." said the two hundred year old man.The Emperor took both of them and had the two hundred year old man teach the Imperial Guards this powerful Kung Fu.
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