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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
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.
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 +
Zatoichi had learnt such and much. More
Long before his hand held a Sword.
then/now involved a different Way
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
Yore Samurai Times, Places.
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
and Blind Justice too.
To Vagabonds + ne’er-do-well
Long before the Sword.
There was the Stick.
Started with a Stick
and never looked back is. That
metaphorically speaking that is. Unseeing
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
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Quirky Quotes #62.