The Song of the Jammin Jong

A frayed nerve and a little spat
My mind running away with all of that
The children’s quibble grows louder in wrath
My nose tells me the damn dog needs a bath

A quite corner, some personal space
I kick off my shoes and extend my embrace
Something goes up and something goes down
My mind like a wheel goes round and round

Return from the past, small bits of me
I piece them together to build my tree
I choose to ignore a knock at my door
My time, my space, I have the floor

Coming back to my body, the numbness fades
Feelings of the ground, the air and my hair invade
Unattached to what might happen in five minutes or ten
My mind again wanders to the meaning of zen

Suddenly I snap back to the matter at hand
Reaching out with awareness my energy expands
Simultaneously touching the vectors six
I no longer feels like a stack of brick

Inside the outside I begin to twirl
Wrapping around like a flag would unfurl
In any direction it goes without end
Eddies and vortexes in the river-bend

The unceasing flow through me feels like a dream
Slowly and surely I’m swimming upstream
All the bits and pieces form into one
Fulfilling their duty like father to son

Something inside me decides to try
And it all goes away in the blink of an eye
As I hear in my ear my favorite song
I think to myself that was one jammin jong

About steveehrenreich

I am a long time practitioner of martial arts and Yi Chuan student of Master Cheuk Fung.
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