Every spring and fall I clean out my files (my mom cleaned the house ... I do file cabinets and computer files!) Writers are like bag ladies, saving every bit of information, scrap of paper, or article for future use. I came across this poem in my Karate Articles file the other day (if anyone has a cool graphic to post with it ... feel free):The fullness of time is here and now, and spring does not last forever. It is time to gather my energy and walk through the confusion and paradoxes ... the opposing pulls and contradictory challenges, the desires and attachements, needs, programs, and all kinds of fears and blocks and get on with it.
This means getting centered on a path that is chosen for no better reason -- and no worse -- than that my intuition says, "It feels right."
Before karate, intuition was felt in my head. Since centering on this path, it is felt in my gut, my one point, or whatever name you have for it. It is the same feeling I get when observing or doing kata. I do not know how I know, I just know.
[This message has been edited by Anthony (edited 10-07-98).]