It Takes Certain Kind

[Bill Mattocks]

It takes a certain kind
To cherish bruises in the mornings
It takes a certain kind
To want to compare old scars

A special sort of madness
Must pervade our being
To strike each other down
And jump up, smiling, "Again!"

It is not the God of War
Who overlooks our training
But rather the Spirits of Love and Joy
For to contend with each other purely
We must ourselves be compassionate
Loving, joyful, and fair

We do not practice the arts of death
To defend oneself and others is an art of life

And as we strike with the right mind
We offer up a prayer
As we grapple to overcome adversity
We meditate on peace

It takes a certain kind
To be a martial artist

 

[Xue Sheng]

Speaking as one whose relative in China (and wife) think of as Martial Arts Crazy..... I like it.

 

[Buka]

That is so cool.

 

[BigJavi973]

This is awesome! Take a bow sir!

 

[Tony Dismukes]

Did you write that, Bill?

 

[Bill Mattocks]

Did you write that, Bill?

Yes, I did.

 

[Tony Dismukes]

Yes, I did.

Good job!

 

[Balrog]

May I copy that into my blog, with appropriate citations?