My Son’s Sensei
A tanka about my son’s Aikido teacher
Rooted to the ground
She repels her attackers
Flowing, not moving.
In storms, trees bear great burdens
Bending, not breaking.
—Ken Chawkin
My Son’s Sensei
A tanka about my son’s Aikido teacher
Rooted to the ground
She repels her attackers
Flowing, not moving.
In storms, trees bear great burdens
Bending, not breaking.
—Ken Chawkin
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