Sword practice

I breathe deep. The universe expands, shrinks, returns to normal. Balance begins in the mind and ends in the fingers. I can feel the land beneath my toes, gripping the slight depressions. A leaf floats by and I briefly think about air currents, leaf texture and flexibility. It lands and my thoughts draw back within. The moment begins all at once. Driving and turning, generating power in the muscles. It passes along, a slow awareness of expanding and contracting tendons, balance shifting over points along the feet. For brief moments my will becomes focused at the far ends of my hands, manifested in every cell aligned to this moment to achieve maximum results. Withdrawing from the moment I stretch muscles, pushing the awareness deep, trying to find areas tight and unresponsive. I settle finally down on my heels, consciousness back behind the eyes and I see the sun clearing the horizon and come back to myself. Memories and thoughts flood back, I breathe deep and smell my breakfast cooking.

A good quote:
"I am Galileo. I stand here and tell you: "Yet it moves." " Just that.