from a single drop . . .

the first time i keyed out a flower, i knew that this unlocking of nature's secrets could hold my attention indefinitely, for every path now held new treasures to discover . . .

the first time i tried aikido i caught a glimpse of its incredible depth- like a good wine it appears to gain both grace, complexity, and simplicity with age. it was clear that with each technique, each partner, and each new day it would take on new meanings, it would evolve . . .


there is this intuition, this acknowledgment that occupies my entire being when i initially encounter some things, rare, special things that are akin to art, that are a living practice . . .
they effortlessly convey their manifold essence upon a single taste, at the merest glace

and then, i suppose, it takes a lifetime to engage what was originally hinted at