Saturday, 28 March 2009

Internal Sunshine

Happiness is what life is all about, from the highs right down to the lows. People often mistake being happy for looking happy. Facile expression can be misleading as the person may be covering up their true feelings. Now what I'm talking about is the true, honest feeling of being in a state of happiness. This contentment is felt so deep and real just like the opposite of happy-unhappiness. Even if it's minor things that have had a positive effect on you state of mind. Life is a state of mind. Think about personal power for a moment. Most of it is consumed by habits or pleasures. Now when we face the fear of this entity and try to restrain by it we gain a return. We get a great feeling of self control. Examples of this may be quitting drinking, fast food or swearing. Either way we improve and when we do something really worthwhile for ourselves we expand as a person and enjoy some internal sunshine. This heat that we alone have produced will help us to grow more just like a flower bud. Enjoy influences too like positive friends and environments.
Peace be with each & every last one of you.

When are you coming back?

Where did you go? I always count the time that's slow.
What did I do so wrong? Funny how I always hear our favourite song.
I worry deeply about your health, it's not the money as we know our own wealth.
Maybe you just need time? If only you could read my mind.
I'm not complete without you, what was it that I should have knew?
At time I can still feel your embrace, now the worlds a distant place.
I wonder if you're coming back, was it love that I did so lack?
I wait for you always feeling so sad, so when I see your face I will be so glad!

Wednesday, 18 March 2009

Art Form

Martial Arts is an art form of self expression, an expression of the self through combated movements. It is not used to bully or provoke but to endure ones own limitations and over come obstacles in life. A common thought is that someone who practices any fighting art is a hard man or trouble maker, that is not what it's about. I would say the internal philosophical side has saved my life, not in the physical world but the mental world. There was times in my life where I would lock my self in my training and 9 times out of ten would emerge elated and feeling more positive. Even if the problems still plagued me and embedded a steel gradient of self will that came with the training. Some times it was rough, but you have sessions where you just need to flow like Tai Chi. I find useing the Bo Staff or Nunchaku's to be relaxing. (A cuppa must follow!) Another myth is that if someone has big muscles and loud that they can 'have a row.'
Well let me tell you right here and now that that is fluff dust. I've trained with Trojans that appeared wimpy like but could put the cat out. Only the other night I was sparring a gentlemen who seemed to look harmless, I can still feel where the bruises was.
A fact to keep in mind that you may have to fight back if there is no other option. In the street it is a different ball game to the dojo. The secret is to make your training so tough that it prepares you for some kind of pain. The feelings of fear must also be felt and used in a useful manner. Adrenalin is what keeps us a float, it can freeze us or give us energy by supplying blood to the larger muscles. Above all enjoy the training and endorphins, respect your training partners and treat others with courtesy.
Martial Arts is a mind, body soul endeavour and if you are fortunate enough to enjoy some of its benefits than good for you!

Monday, 16 March 2009

Being True To Your Self

This post was inspired by a friend. He always offers me support and enjoys reading my 'stuff.'
He wrote me a message letting me know how pleased he was that I was putting effort into what comes naturally. He said that he was glad that I was staying true to myself. This really got me thinking, in fact all week.
'Remaining true to one's self.'
This has to be the purest form of honesty, integrity and self giving there is. My friend also knows that just because you are born with a certain flare (gift) for things that hard work is also needed. In fact it is so hard that you feel like giving up and within that same energy feel like creating something unique, something great.
To be great is to be natural. You must see what is right and what needs improving. To really burrow down and take a good honest glare at the bottomless well of inner self. The true self. It waits for you to nurture it back to life. Some die with their best work still in them. Not even discovered.
Rediscover what you enjoy, or are good at. Then you will be great. If your flare (gift-again) enables you to help others, then you will be greater.
But as my friend starts with staying true to your self.

Wednesday, 11 March 2009

1-10 In Japanese


Darrells Dream part 2 of 2

He approached the wood land area with the Owls sound drawing him in, he ventured further. He was no longer cold, yet warm and lost his dressing gown almost voluntary. Mud smothered his feet as he kicked away his slippers from his pale feet. He felt no need to rub away the sleep felt weight that rested on his eye lids, and the woods came to an end. Darrell could see the land marks of the resting, he continued to them, wondering why he wanted to. How did this night suddenly turn to day? Had he gone mad and walked around in daylight as a nights man? But wait...he was still there, with the resting. The sun was blinding yet Darrell was very cold cold. He moved closer towards the voices. He walked quietly as not to be noticed, but needed an answer to why he was here. He knew this place it seems, not far from his house. There, a man talking down and people gathered around dressed in black crying. A funeral. He was at the cemetery. Darrell thought about all the better places he could have chosen to sleep walk. He waited for the mourners to depart and made his way over to the tombstone. He nosily bent down and moved the flowers from the plack. It was there that Darrell finally seen, it read...DARRELL SMOGGS R.I.P...
His tormented soul roamed, until he was visioned with his past. He would see those he hurt. His heroin addiction killed him, like he killed feed his addiction.

Thursday, 5 March 2009

I'll be back.

You keep checking and I've let you down. I've been busy with sharpening my swords so I can cut through life like an onion. I will not abandon you again.