The old man walks the long pathA Poem by Joe_VILOT_Old shifu walks the long winding path between the pagodas....
The Shifu rose early that morn.
He stretched yawned and tugged his goatee. Reaching out with a wizend yet strong aged hand he gripped his yew wood staff. Then took measures to reach the Pagoda Pavillon As he stepped slowly forward a student dressed in silvery garments bowed and the Shifu gestured a silent greeting. They then walked together the shifu pointing at the sky the early morning which was misty the valleys could be seen way off in the distance. As they paced towards the Pavilion Pagodas. The student left him at the foot of the dew soaked gravel tipped hills and said a single word quietly "senzie" meaning I will see you today in eternity and tomorrow in a lifetime since the Shifu went regularly wondering. The students never knowing when he would return watching frequently the horizon not in trepidation but in anticipation. As they learnt many things when he returned from his distant travels always taking the long winding path where the tigers roamed showing no fear and past the bamboo forest in the far eastern district to see the silent monk-like giant pandas slowly chewing the stalks and fresh green shoots meditatevly contemplating the mysterious essence of life
while the shifu would watch them understanding and being at one with nature. The strong stealthily sinuous movements of the ever alert Noble tiger pleased him immensely to the very core knowing his place and role in nature and the world He would tell his students things like “to be still the morning grass swaying in the wind is to attain ones place in all of life's journey be the morning grass and you will gather the essence of the heavens” or another of his favourites would be “there is a time and a place for force yet if it is not a test of focus, determination and pure will then it is a waste and so it not worth the effort of being done” so with that memory lingering in the forefront of his mind he reached the end of his Journey where he climbed onto the precipice and sunk onto the balls of his feet crossing his legs placing his hands on to the stones underneath him he moved in time with the motion of the wind.... © 2014 Joe_VILOT_Author's Note
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4 Reviews Added on March 27, 2014 Last Updated on March 27, 2014 Tags: pagodas, pavillon, pandas, tiger, dragonflys fields of Amaranth AuthorJoe_VILOT_London, Pimlico, United KingdomAboutI have written stories and was engrossed in fantasy and fiction from a young age looking back it was probably if not definitely all those dark novels which gave fruition to my ripe and rife imaginatio.. more..Writing
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