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Darkness Is Just No. Light In Deeds Sight Is Too. So One Our Main Senses So Loss A Bit. Concerning Indeed Into That. This Dark Of Night On Into. To The Light Oft Of Our Inner. Visions Off Seen Soon Enough. Yore Japans Master. Swordsman Shows Our Edged Ways. Zatoichi.


In light of this dark. Night that


so Studently we. Had so hoped too. To

be one so what. Seeing Scenes

Zatoichi Seen. See Blind Masseuse,



unfazed so not. Blinded by any. Light

near + bys. So handily focused


Zatoichi. The Legends…

oft. Of The Blind Swordsman;..

were now brought sharply back

as well. Well as so to front. Up,



in only the Light oft. Of our Inner

Mind. Fear. Dark, no. Light.


In the dark of night, several. Times flesh

met Sword Steel. Hand, Fingers vs.

The sharp bit.

Hand slick, becoming stickier as the night

so went on. Onto


somewhat grimly… As Students in Training

we all persisted. Endured.


So ’tis Sword Work. Sword




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so ats Night. Training with Weaponry problematical.

The Dark deceives, persistently shadowing. So

Live Sword Work… full of risks.


Usually for Self. You.

The Hand that Holds the Scabbard that is.


Dark is just lack of Light.

By persisting,

at Class end we all had learnt also. All so-

At least Two things.


The necessary hand placement(s) with

accompanying movements appropriate… +


One’s inner sense of outer

Blindness… too. To



Training + Night Work.


Dangers and pit-falls magnify.

Good Balance with flowing adaptable Movements

a vital necessity.


An awareness develops of “…what…” your

Body actually does.

At night… at ALL times… “…when…

And “…where…”… it is indeed.


Unseen or not.

You “…feel…”…and “…sense more…”


perhaps enhanced by Your relaxed +

added. Focus




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Zatoichi had learnt such and much. More

long ago.

Long before his hand held a Sword.

His Survival


then/now involved a different Way

of Seeing.


A vision Inner Created from a Real

World of Shadows. His

own personal Radar. Set so acquired so.

Learnt early to define what was. His and

what was out there. Here

His place,.. His Body… He knew.


Many small injuries, cuts and knocks. So

bruises filled his learning

days and Ways.


Yet proficiency brought with

many advantages.



Japanese, Blind.

Yore Samurai Times, Places.



In Deeds Crowded. Control His Space Indeed. Zatoichi Style.


Senses overflowing

still Sightless yet so. With

eyes wide-open to all. All so ‘cept the

cruel Light of Day.


Those that remained went into Survival

over-drive. Sound, Smell, Taste, Touch…

Amplified flowing with Information.



The bereft, sore and injured yielded

pain to his

Healing Touch. Sure Hands.


A renowned Martial Artist, Body Healer and

Masseuse. Guided by much more

than mere Sight.



The Sense To Start…

…with a Stick.


ALL this He learnt well.

Long before the Sword which brought

Swift, Sharp


and Blind Justice too.

To Vagabonds + ne’er-do-well

Samurai both.


Long before the Sword.

There was the Stick.


Started with a Stick

and never looked back is. That


metaphorically speaking that is. Unseeing


In Deeds One Crystal. Clear Look So Ats Our Invisible Indeed.



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so One tap,.. One. Step at a time He learnt.

To SEE with ALL other Senses. One


Stick led the Ways He soon followed.

An orchestra of data converged to clearly.

Light the Ways ahead

though it’s. Curtain was never raised.


Smelling emotions, intent. Hearing the muscles

move, clench, bunch.

Tasting that which gives Our World.

Legends Life. Clear Living. Knowing Sensing


Feeling and the Space where.

Survival lay. So


there He went. Coming


In Deeds Survivals One. A Thing Indeed.


ups so next in on 28/9:

Quirky Quotes #62.