Bamboo Grasshopper Blues...

 

The Blues Of Feeling Better

The Bamboo Grasshopper...

An endless journey,

Moves that are crystalline fluid,

The Master will always tweak,

A voice that never leaves your head,

Gathering chi with every breath,

Hoping for a graceful flow,

So you can feather-dance on rice paper,

For the rest of your life,

The moves will haunt you,

Like the ghosts of old friends,

A spirit life that you strive to fold into,

Always reaching for that latest move,

Always better,

Always getting better,

A never-ending reason to move.

Keep moving.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 11/02/2025

Bamboo Grasshopper

Empty Hands, Force, And Energy...

Empty Hands, Force, And Energy...

Fascinated by the symbol,

Decades in a Yin and Yang balancing act.

It was by the river when I was nineteen,

Of all places in my Southern Wisconsin hometown,

Silver-nested black and white circle,

Swirling in my subconscious,

Perched on a pinky.

In high school I dreamed of being Iron Fist,

Don't most of us?

That dragon's breath in a mountain cave,

Mad skills in the village,

The mystical glow of chi.

Now,

I dream of moving well when I'm eighty,

Maybe beyond,

So I dance in a strip-mall mountain village,

There's even a hill below it,

And it's nested away in the unwilds of California,

Some mystery dimension between vineyards and desert.

Power games are old news,

Worthless,

But will and skill,

Knowing the difference between energy and force,

I'm learning to dance the spirit winds,

A dimension of union for body and mind,

Where every breath is a silent spell,

And existence is a love letter to the Multiverse.

I am a lowly grasshopper,

Praying to fly.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 10-26-2025