Thursday, November 26, 2009


Tightening a black belt on a white uniform,
Standing alone in a clam DoJang
When I sink down under a hidden life
With my idle thoughts cut off
By the sword of seriousness
My invisible opponent
Appears with my severe attention
In no figure
From the deepest hidden area
Of my spirit
And of my life,
Opening its manifest mystery,
It is not dancing yet rhythmic
Not a huge mountain yet massicve
Not history yet has story
Substance without shape
Lacking an edge yet still sharp
Not dogma yet it teaches
Felt yet unseen,
It thus contains completion yet neither finished nor unfinished,
Finally showing itself same with everything yet each still different,
Then I,
Follow the leader’s while interpreting continuously new
Conceive with followers while teaching them
Poom and sae are the names of shape and nonshape.
Therefore poomsae can
Include everything of taekwondo.

Poem by lee, chang ho

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