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As I spiritually view the land of the rising sun,
The land of kotodama, where all springs from the one,
Where Anjin San visited and a new journey began,
Where the lotus flower bloomed from which Aikido sprang.
Where cherry blossoms grow then as the petals fall,
The kami of the kamikazi, I can here them call,
I see the snow topped peak of Fuji yet below nothing at all,
A land of history and mystery like the soul of us all.
And as the sun meets the sky and the moon meets the sea,
A devine calm descends and spreads through humanity,
I see O'Sensei smiling, raising a toast, a bowl of best saki,
I smile back and raise a toast, a nice hot cup of tea.
As you follow the path of peace,
The view of enemies fade and cease,
Life becomes the path itself, free of belief,
True budo you become, from a cocoon released.
What were those foolish thoughts of fight and opposition?
What were those foolish wants for power and position?
The kami dance for joy, buddha nature is expressed,
When religion disappears divinity and holiness is left.
If only people knew respect is non resistance,
If only people knew all else is non existence,
If only people knew if only don't exist,
The fog would clear and left would be a swirling mist.
Yeah but, no but, yeah but,yeah but no but what if?
There is no yeah but or no but or what if, it's all a myth.
The mist now clearing the sun shines, and it detects,
The formless forming and shows, if what? Respect!
I enter with universal love, pure power, harmless,
Introducing a heavenly calmness,
No physical space, time, place or energy,
No illusion, shin no budo, so no enemy.
For when all that is gone what remains in it's place?
But heavenly motion supported by grace,
When all is gone what is there left to see?
The way of the awakened, the way of aiki.
And as I look and listen the echoes I hear,
Of beings trapped in karma, unawakened, in fear,
Projecting illusions and living a false hell,
It's making me depressed now, sadness starts to swell.
How to face such a scene I am faced with the infernal,
Then God whispers to me, "Hope springs eternal".
Quietness descends, a flash of lightning and silence,
The echoes turn to joy as they realize non-violence.
The flowers start to sing along with the trees,
The rivers glisten as they listen to mother natures breeze,
Non-opposition, non-aggression, non -disturbance, harmony,
I re-enter with Kokyu, the universe is me.