You cannot stay on the summit forever; you have to come down again.
So why bother in the first place?
Just this: What is above knows what is below,
But, what is below does not know what is above.
One climbs, one sees.
One descends, one sees no longer, but one has seen.
There is an art of conducting oneself in [...]
Any student who enjoys Boabom, who tries to understand its peculiar Ways, especially Logak, will find this poem by Lao-Tzu enriched by the perspective of the Art.
Stretching a bow or filling a teacup, it is the same:
For best results, yield.
Over-harden a blade and it will soon break;
Stuff a house full of riches and it is not safe;
Define [...]
Solstice approaches.
Good friends, fresh air, lots of food.
Boabom outside!
Elegant Yuas
Phrased together as a class.
There is sweet music …
Paralyzed with Fear,
Gaunai Humiliation.
Student’s first logak.
- The Other Anonymous Student (Boabom North)
Breathing through movement.
Barely can do this new move.
Samut: “Too easy.”
Balance improves, but…
Flailing arms and legs. Watch out!
Someone yells “Timber!”
Angry arrival.
Meditation in movement.
Why was I so mad?
– The Other Anonymous Student (Boabom North)
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Greetings, grins and smiles, welcome students all
sandals, shoes and boots, waiting in the hall
conversation bubbles, and laughter while we wait
someone changes quickly, they were a minute late
there is no inconvenience, no one is upset
as a group we stick together, since the day we met
now class begins it’s rhythm, seductive and secure
new movements that we learn, [...]
Among the treetops
Is where we dare to emcee
Right-, left-brain; hands, feet
Sweat, breathe, move: we’re one
The week’s “to-dos” are outdone
Awaken yourself
–Vanessa & Lucie (Boabom North)
On tiptoe,
one is not steady;
Stretching legs
cannot keep pace.
The intent to shine
dulls the gleam;
Claims of greatness
merely diminish.
Great presumption
makes nothing grow,
And smugness
simply fades away.
To find harmony with yourself,
it is a waste to carry
these things with you…
Tear them up,
throw them away,
go beyond…
Open the Door, to That Which is Pure
Open the Door, to that which is Pure.
We are Our Own Doctor, We hold Our Own Cure.
The Past hidden Ages, do not need to hold Sway.
Over so much that We Do, or so much that We Say.
The Desire which shimmers, is holding a Lie.
Searching the shadows, while the Light we defy.
The sorrow, the misery, they [...]