Thursday, January 21, 2010

One Hundred and Forty-nine

All covered in snow,
lots of bare brown branches,
evergreen needles tinged with silver
the light reflects
flecks of gold
emitted by the stubborn leaf
still clinging to its branch.

I let go of my knowledge
so as to make room for learning,
and who can say
where my Aikido path will take me,
for it is created anew
beneath my feet
and lost to the past
once trod upon.

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