poetry, etc.

Sifu Terry Beckett turns 50 on Thursday--to celebrate she challenged the students and sifus on kwoon talk to write a poem.  The subject was how we feel while working on a form or technique.  To be honest, I didn't really do that.  It's about kung fu, at least.  

At any rate, I haven't decided if this is good or terrible, but she encouraged us to post it on our blog, so here it is.  It's called 'Happy Birthday Sifu: A Study in the Mating Habits of Africanized Honey Bees When Exposed to Barry White.'

Ok, so the title is still a work in progress.

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first direction 

body input as a sense(s), twice removed from the inheritance of pain
the subject the subjectism
reinhabiting myself
twice removed.
form as meaning
(behind form)

second direction
the analogy of combat
enemies flicker on the cave wall I am weighed down sinking into removal 

until the light becomes air the sunshine burns my eye out.
blind fighting never existed.
move back, once again
shed unreality
become form
as
become form
is.

third direction
is is isis
conceives horus.
tricks of the tongue become flashes of the fist.
meaning goes cave follows.
nothing left but process but form.
the eyes are growing back.
play it right,
we'll make it out alive.

no direction
four as not number
circles back to one
bowing
no applause sign, empty seats unreal
performing for a reflexive audience.