Empty-handed I entered the world Barefoot I leave it. My coming, my going – Two simple happenings That got entangled. (Poem brushed by Zen Roshi Kozan Ichikyo on the morning of his death, 1360)   It is late at night, and my father is gone. I wander through my parent’s house, looking for something […]

Last year was the 30th year since I began Aikido with my father. I was 13 at the time, and he was 44; I grudgingly joined him in classes at the Harvard Aikido club. A few months later we began to train at Kanai Sensei’s dojo, New England Aikikai. By this time, I had fallen […]