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The son respectfully replied:

“Father, I concentrate on the sword,

And nothing will ever lead me to distract,

Did you not hear the nightingale sing?”

“Unfortunately we must disregard, my son

Have you forgotten the heart of purpose? 

While you and I were sparring,

You allowed your intention to get lost.”

“Son, to hear the sad mockingbird sing

Will lead you to forget your focus

While gazing at wispy flighty clouds

Will always bring the man to his knees.”

“Son, look at each individual movement of the sword

In focus, you will only see one movement at a time.

But, if you do not look at each with focus,

The whole Samurai will soon appear!”

(c) 2019-2022 Ron McFarland, All Rights Reserved

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