The visceral thrill of getting your way, somehow forging your will 'direct trough the bones of the living'.
Midlife and 21 years T'ai Chi make me ask myself; can I make a peace as fierce as war? Hand-make a peace as transformational and dynamic as a fight.
The energy in fighting is not 'wrong', you may as well say a tiger is 'wrong'.
Here's some lines that came to heart in me today, which is Remembrance Day, from John Kells, from the last paragraphs of his writing: 'The fighting eye of life is death'.
'For
want of a better word, this powerful beginning of the natural process
is called yielding - the start of enheartening: filling the deprived
heart of the fearful one with connexion driving away self, sorrow &
thoughts.
Finding
a method here is useful because then with this method you can give
others your insight into freedom from fear & into connexion.
So
the essence of the warrior is to never forget the technique that
brought him through death & the overweening useless fear of it, &
into life.
One
who has not made this journey will inevitably talk of suffering.
But
the fighting eye of life is death, & one experience to the
warrior is no more or less important than any other, & therefore
will not be indulged.
Thus
the rush of love has its own character, the rush of reaction in a
self-defence situation has another, the rush of pain due to injury or
disease is yet another.
But
all are equal so there is no point in talking about suffering.
The
warrior’s fighting eye blesses what it delights on because it
neither detracts nor adds anything.
What
is brought into your being through your senses is what is there.
The
rest of nature understands this & harmony is bound to exist with
it.
Mankind
generally does not understand this so harmony is lessened.
Connecting
through the heart, ever forwards, open, hooking, embracing, along the
connecting natural process, is all you can do.
Transform.
Nothing
can escape, so it is important that each warrior does his best to
sharpen his fighting eye & reach as far & as deep as he can
for all our sakes.'
John
Kells - Blakeney - 29th
May 2004
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