Yirnian wood.

I travel on the bank f the river of time
Flying on the leaves of branches
Whose sap is the essence of is
Floating into the thick watery skies
Misty and smoky with the answer.

I fly on my toes.
My toes of lightly stepping speed
On the path of the universe
From my seat in meditation.

I observe the beginning without eyes
I feel sight and hear a bright and colorful silence
Expanding and collapsing as a gaseous kaleidoscopic light
It is a sound and a word. A sigh. a Breath.
And I can feel it through tis being as if within myself.
A communication not of receiving but of actions, of being.
Being and doing the action of what is the beginning, the message, by sitting and doing nothing and feeling and observing the beginning.

My gills
My lungs
My blood
my heart
my cells.

Observe and are and hear and speak in thundering Serenity
Booming stillness of meditation.

Book

Followers need a book to follow. A code of words to follow, to remind oneself of why they are living.
The words are the staff, the rod that comforts them, the prayers that calm them and give them the strength of resilience.
I have neglected this book too long.
And the book and words and codes are already in my heart and i have strayed from them.
I haven't been reading the three kingdoms recently either, and I have given parts of the book away, and now, because of this I am lost, without a code to reread.
Lo pau ngoi yi fook Hing dai yi sow jook.
Yi fook Pau serng hau fong. Sow jook toon, Mo hau dook.
This is truth.
Never forget it.

Also, Never forget your main purpose and function.
To bring the Bak Hok to greatness, your own school, not the company or bullshit ideals and schools or clubs of others. and they are bullshit. All of them.
They don't know what they are doing or saying. You take their money to work for them. But in truth, they should not exist. and they do not want your school or company to exist, your lands or family to come about, your freedom or power to manifest itself.

Hing Dai Yi sau jook.

The school is the mother,
The system the father. Protect these.

This world is the mother.
The spirit and knowledge the father.
Protect these also.


And most people, religions, and organizations out there, including yourself, is often harming the mother and the father.
Try to stop this.

The collective mind.
The collective Buddha mind.

Find it.But how can the mind find the find. It cannot even look for it.
It makes no sense.
Don't look or find, realize.
Realize it.

Scapegoats and people

Most people are looking for scapegoats.
They start pogroms on people of a different identifiable group and kill them all,
They pick some one to yell at,
They choose someone to blame and takl behind their back.
People who batter their spouses do this too. They pick on that perhaps because they think they can. They come home and yell at them and beat them everyday and are nice to the world.
I've learned and read so much about men doing this to women. And I have had the urge to hit women, but not by batterring. It was because they were batterring me verbally.
Blaming me for their problems, some which I can help them with, but some which I have no control over and are none of their bsuiness. My Girlfriend does this, and I notice other people at work will do this, especially over the phone.
Some people, choose to speak nicely to me and have a nice relaxing conversation and talk aboyt someone else they don't like and laugh about the stress in their day. Others throw their shit on me.
I can take a certain amount, but of course I get angry.
And when dealing with someone who can only talk but not fight, it really seems useless to continue talking in a street environment. With words, you are equal and you have to waste air yelling as they try to yell over you. The Urge to shut down their verbbal attack is there. But this is illegal and also, some of these people are people you care about.
Why do they think they can do this?
Because nobody has beaten them.
They are predators in their own verbal Jungle. In their world, actual violence is not an option so they focus on verbal and psychological violence.
If these people used actual violence they would be serial killers, rioters, people who start pogroms, etc.
WHy do they do this?
Why does my girlfriend do this?
She knows or thinks I won't hit her. So she knows she can get away with this without consequence. But it does not get her what she wants. It only makes me angry and not want to be around her. Before she was carrying my child, I truly wanted to hit her. In fact it was not so much a question of wanting to. It was a question of constantly holding myself back, A violent internal struggle. I feel the strain on my organs on the ache in my muscles from it. My fist , my body, trying to defend itself from this assault of psychological violence. But I don't allow my body to protect itself and take this instead.
Some men do this, but recently I have had much more of this experience with women. and the men that do it are like women in my mind.
The only way to take this is to revert to a turn the other cheek Jesus like Buddha like method, which is hardly in my nature. or not recently anyway. Or is it?
This is why I took it easy on that punck I sparred with. This is why I took it easy at the boxing place instead of doing my thing. This is why I am not really a fighter. But it is wearing on me. I am being forced by my surroundings to become more assholish, more of a predator that eats prey. How can you think about prey if you are eating it.
But I guess that is not really my situation,
I am prey.
I am prey that can fight but I won't destroy this predators whose teeth cannot pierce my skin but still hurt and are still trying to harm me, and for what? Sustenance?
They are not mosquitoes drinking blood. They are bees stinging and yet they have no hive to defend, or indeed we are a part of the same hive.
The Human mind is indeed sad when it is like this. This leads to nothing but harm.
Harm Harm.
This is not the Buddha mind. They are focusing on illusions evenI cannot see.
There is not even a clear illusion of a goal.
They are drugged on their ignorance.
Insane and deranged on their uncomfortable situation. Instead of trying to get me to do something for them, they yell at me for not doing something which they had not asked for. Or they had nasked for but I hadn't heard them.
Angry over miscommunication? Fix the problem. The world tries to move forqard but they just want to argue about a past mistake or occurrence or situation which is gone.
Gone like that.
And the present can easily be exactly what they want, But the focus on that uncomfortable situation in the past.
Hell.
That is what that is. Hell in the midst of a possible present of Paradise.
focuson hell and why?
So strange.
And I am angered by it. I guess I just need to prectice and breathe this away, this foolishness.
Breathe their illusion out of my eyes. see through it. It is their evil nature to continue to spit it out like venom and fire from a demon serpent. They are stuck in that form because they are burning and posoning themselves on their own poisonus flames. I can do nothing for them. I must simply become immune to the poison.
What foolishness.
This is the world we live in.
And I am only human.
How can I not become angry.
I must beathe it away.

Women. 2/27/09

Western Dragons will collect gold, burn down villages, and eat virgins. They are feared and also loved.
Tigers eat young and old and fight amongst each other. Feared and loved.
Wolves will devour animals and people.
And Hens will peck and peck away, clucking and pecking away at you, and yet they are sought after and valued for to lay eggs and produce chicks.
If you treat a hen like its clucking were capable of Dragons fire, you would slay it in earnest and with justice.
All I deal with is hens all day, at work, at home, I teach them to defend themselves, and they hit me and think that if they do not want to slay me or simply tolerate me they are doing good.
I suppose dealing with hens is not as bad as dealing with Dragons, but it wears on me. And I do not even know what I am. I feel like a good little child trying to take care of an irrational mother in anger. But I have strength and teeth like a tiger but I don't use them.
There is a problem here, a time bomb, and I wouldn't mind being a Dragon, though I would prefer calm peace and serenity, I am becoming a short fuse.

Lions of the Yirnian wood-Meditation

Adam closed his eyes and fell into deep meditation. The lights of the school off, his mind and body lost themselves in the darkness, knowing only the red light of the altar to the ancestors, Guan Gung, the earth spirit and local spirits unknown as a refernce point in space. Then eyes closed with only hearing as a sense the walls evaporated to the outside and he was only a sentient being in the air sitting second floor high tucked away in a corner of a Chinatown Alley in a small city, a small bump on a small rock turning away from the sun.
The old man came to the door now, out of the statue, making his presence known. Adam met him.
"Come walk with me." and now the two walked down the street, away from the statue away from the school into the night as two normal men. They walked side by side. Adam knew who he was and yet had no idea, but nonetheless felt no need to ask any questions at all. The walked and turned and twisted now walking faster, and now moving as if running through streets through cars through buildings and lights, faster and faster up through windows and down through sidewalk and sewers until in blended all together and they crashed through the cold night river soaking wet.
Adam suddenly realized he was drowning and then was suddenly pulled by current and then by some creature up out of the river and his face into the mud of the bank, the stones cutting him. He coughed up water, bile and blood. His body was much more damaged than he had thought and was breaking down into nothing more than bones and flesh that no longer functioned.
"whereis this?"
"The Yirnian Woods by the river of time." said a voice. It was not the voice of the old man who Adam could make out to be sitting silently next to him. Though how Adam could see at all was a mystery.
The voice has come from a tall and terrifying creature now stepping out of the woods.
It had a single horn and a large round head, majestic, and lion like in shape, yet Dragon like as well, a long body. It leaned over and breathed on Adam and he began to feel as if coming to life for the first time. The creature shed its outer skin and covered Adam with it. It warmed him, and abosrbed the life that had spilled into the ground back into the man and then some, reviving him. And he fell away again into a deep sleep.

Lions of the Yirnian Wood

On Dusk's bank by the River of Time sits an old man by his small cottage smoking his pipe. He watches the wisps of smoke play out illusory plays of future happenings and evnts past, the realities of our world, all dissolving into what is around them in an instant. He leans on his purring companion beside him, a single horned lion of many colors and long body like a dragon or snake. Majestic even in sleep, it is an old one, this lion, as old or older than the man. He closes his eyes and leans back into rest breathing in peace. He waits for her coming. Not yet. Not yet. But soon.

Kelly and August came into the Kung Fu school, June hunched over and Goosestepping trying to hide her new haircut, which was quite stylish. But Kelly never liked to be too stylish or too pretty, too attractive, too strong, too anything. August shuffled his feet in and went over to say Hi to Grandfather the head of the school, before taking. Once it seemed he would be very promising at Kung Fu. He was smart and was progressing quickly. But he stopped coming into practice. Or his parents stopped dropping him off as much. And at one point him and his sister Kelly simply refused to continue traing. He took out the playing cards and shirked his talent, abilities to play Big Two with his cousins Uncle and sister. Mediocraty is what these young children strove for. "Alright finish your game take a break and then we're at least going to run through all the forms," said their Sifu, who was not related to them by blood, but was familiar enough to them that they considered him family, and so, decided they didn't have to listen to him.
Sifu Adam, or they actually just called him Adam, was half White American, the other half was Chinese American like them. He was balding and brusque, though he was young, and not quite willing to let them go and completely stop practicing. But also not as willing to waste his efforts as he had before his hair had started falling out. They ran through hand forms weapons forms stick forms sword forms, following along, not paying full attention, not fully understanding the combat applications of these moves, or how to develop chi, but still understanding some, and having a bit of fun. Adam figured something was than nothing. At least they were moving. An older cousin who was Fifteen years of age and named Eleven, had weaker legs than a normal person, late alone an athlete or a martial artist. This was the cost of being in front of the computer all the time and not being forced to play a sport. They finished, Adam became tired and began meditating while the others started playing cards again.
Meanwhile Uncle Jing took Kelly and August down the street to order take out food so they could eat something at the school before going home.
The Kung Fu school stood a large statue of an old man. This old man was supposed to be Confucious, or at least that is what the people who made it intended to be, though it was not dressed really in the way that Confucious would have been dressed and really just looked like an old man of say the Ming Dynasty Era in common robes, rather than someone of Confucious's time. Kelly thought that the face seemed to look different all the time. Many attributed this to the fact that the daylight at midday was different than dusk light. But something in the back of even Adam's and Jing's mind told then that the face of the statue was not the same as when this building had been a Chinese school and when Adam, as a child had played tag around this piece of metal. The face had been changing since the school moved into this building.
The Kung Fu school had been down the street in Tai Tung village.
The Statue wactched Uncle Jing, Kelly, and August as they returned with the food. When it was time to go home the Statue watched everyone leave. Everyone except Adam, who stayed behind that night to meditate. The statue closed its eyes as night came and the old man's wandering thought rested in this metal body which his intentions took a liking to. This body became him and it seemed as good a vessel as any for an old man that slept outside his cottage by the bank of dusk on the river of time.

7 year olds

This morning I opened the story of the lion dance and its parctice to a bunch of seven year olds.
Perhaps I should start making a Youtube show, like so many I've seen.
Sifu Adam's Kung Fu Place.
or Adam's Kung Fu place.
sort of like Mr. Rogers neighborhood.
I will have fun doing it, I won't mind posting it on youtube, and maybe I can get some online students/members/fans or whatever you want to call them.