
To My Sensei
Mantsu samma
One year now since Buddha took you to his breast.
Out of all my life experiences you taught me the most.
Young Turtle, you always called me because my tears would flow in frustration.
So far from home, frustrated with pain and not being perfect.
My progress was slow.
My mind cleared once I could speak to you without Kiko san.
Then the pain. Oh Ko!!! The pain.
"learn and do"
I smile now.
As you predicted I do not practice now as much as I should. And yes it is because my mind wanders and I ask "Too many piss cutting questions" But things are good. My wooden Katana was stolen and the shame I still feel stings me. Remember as we sat watching the sun rise and you promised I would find "a strong woman, like a willow branch, bendable but never broken" Well I met her and yes Married her. I am pleased and content. I know because I now have a belly! I miss you so. The pain is terrible. Yet I can still hear you. Quiet your mind! Boy you test me! The last we spoke you told me to hold on and get past hurtful things. Then you hugged me! Of all things. You, hugging me while smiling even. Your Family tattoo is still carried with pride. Your last words to me still shape my life."Oh son of wild humor and stubborn spirit. You posses a quiet force and gentle power. Many men will envy you for yourself because it is something few have. Respect you and all that is you. And stop your stupid crying, you are not a woman.
I smile now