The world is being shut out,
Closed down.
The shutters on reality are closing.
The mind is held captive.
The room remains empty.
Dead bolts click-clank,
The chain link fence strains its metallic fabric.
Window blinds black out.
And candles are lit.
The room is cleansed.
My breath, my space.
A heavy bag and a pentagram.
No Wing Chun. No Chinese Boxing. No Non-Classical Gung Fu. No submission fighting.
No, no more.
Only pure function.
“I am ashamed sifu, and my head hangs low,
Despite what you have taught me,
The hours that I continue to toil and suffer,
To be a better man,
I am but a poor reflection in a murky pond,
I continue to honour your name.
I wear your beads constantly,
They are a source of comfort to me.
Most of all sifu,
I am saddened to tell you,
That they do not understand”.
