KENBUKAI dojo
Some proverbs and haiku for your fun
and study:
If a job’s worth doing well,
its probably worth doing
The way to a man’s heart …..
is through his ribs
Men have stag nights…..women
have hem parties
Your past is full of the
decisions you make now
A natural swordsman always
squeezes the tube from the bottom
All I say comes with a health
warning. If you’re worried about the truth don’t listen.
The noisiest are the least
self assured, as much as those who smile at flattery.
Climbing on another man’s
words is a ladder to an already full boat.
He who uses a torch only sees
what’s in the beam.
Wine makes a poor meal and
ruins a good one (by a beer drinker)
Look after the future and the
present will look after itself.
If you can’t stand the
heat…get out of the fire. (Donna, 2005)
When I die don't bury me at all,
Just hang my body on the dojo wall
shiko dachi, yoi,
Hidari Age uke
Migi chudan tsuki
Hidari Chudan uke
Migi chudan tsuki
Hidari Gedan Barai
Migi chudan tsuki Hidari chudan tsuki
I must remember to soak the tatami.
I must remember to soak the tatami
I must remember to soak the tatami
I must remember to soak the tatami
I must remember to soak the
I must remember
I must remember
I must....
What?
Doh !
Hidari Sanchin dachi, hidari chudan
uchi uke
Hidari neko ashi dachi, hidari shoto
Hidari kihon dachi, gedan barai
Hidari zenkutsu dachi, age uke
Shiko dachi, migi kaishu, hidari shotei
Hidari kokutsu dachi, migi jodan
uraken, hidari gedan barai
Migi…..
Haiku:
Sitting on bamboo
Cross legged at the field
The die is cast
Loose off geta
Undo the last kimono
Sun blinds the eye
Discard
your saya
Reflect your
last cut
Death
awaits
Hands
feet and eyes
Perception
slowly numbs
A
glint on steel
The Autumn leaves cut. A mere diversion,
A feint, like a falling leaf in the forest,
Distracting attention for a moment.....
The clouds of war and despair
Blow over us all
Sometime or another.
Rain off a roof
Makes its own channel
In the hard earth
Offered to
Obata sensei on his 60th Birthday
dusk comes with stealth
unseen 'till too late
to those who wasted the day
Given to me by Mie Takahashi:
a strong spirit
like bamboo and oak
feels not the frost
the dawn dew on the leaf
a chill fills the air
the first autumn breeze
