Le Gentilhomme

Do not mistake my gentleness for weakness.
The strong hand is a gentle one.

 

Your Tension is fearful.
Violence is fearful. Anger is fearful.

 

For the rowdy male is frightened. Internal eye on only his weakness. He knows he is weak. They know.
And so he attracts the weak, for the strong disregard him. His company, who he dominates to falsely validate himself, is his reflection.
He is a playground bully – stuck in the little boy.

 

The gentle man, by contrast, is silent.
Still.
Certain.

 

Weakness is an inability to do what must be done.
The blemished male has an eagerness to act violently in mad defence of a rotting kingdom of blame, shame and excuse.
The gentle man will be aggressive if the moment calls for it, but never violent, and always benevolent in his correction of the adversary. He, loves all.

 

Yet few are willing to look at themselves and make the necessary corrections before attempting to correct others.

 

The gentle man, by contrast, corrects self.
Perfects art.
Elevates others.

 

Through the necessary internal adjustments I embolden and enlighten my reflections and therefore myself.

 

I am the dark angel, emanating from the light.
Your death has come to save you.
As I gracefully walk, things gently weep and wilt around me,
reborn beautifully in my wake.
Untouched by chaos.
I am a beacon of peace.
The eye of the storm.

 

My woman is my art. I cut into her with the blade of my stillness, and then mend her up with the light of my love.
I, her great destruction. I, her loving healer. She, the bubbling, churning abyss of my passion.
We die. We are reborn. We integrate.

 

And as I foster the seed of her might, the tree of my power thickens and entrenches itself deeper into the earth, becoming increasingly unmovable,
and unfathomably solid.

 

I am fluid. I am strong. I am gentle.

 

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Artwork by Josh Courlas
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Economy.

Speak less, think less, do less:

Silence is the great reservoir of all strength. Certainty is silent.

Simplicity is the highest sophistication. Remove all that is not necessary.

Stillness is the fountainhead of clarity. Become economical in speech, thought and action.

All that is then left behind is strength, beauty, and power.

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Artwork by Hansol Choi

M.

All will come.

I was ran by desire. “Teacher,” I said “I want this.”

“Sit in power, all will come.” He replied.

“No I will go this way.” I insist. I go. I fall.

“Teacher, I fell.” I report back.

“Yes, I know.” He says.

Again I implore: “Teacher I don’t want to go that way, that is the opposite of where I want to go!”

“Sit in power, all will come.”

He does not understand, I think. So I go. I Fall.

“Teacher I fell again.” I complain.

“Yes, I know.” He says.

“Sit in power, all will come.”

So finally I sit. I relax. I breathe. I construct a vessel for power to fill. I listen.

And finally, all I desire is coming.

“Teacher, here it all is.” I whisper.

“Yes, I know.” He softly says.

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Artwork by Hansol Choi

Sharpening.

Silently, I sit…. Admiring her softness.

I have a stone upon which I sharpen my sword – a woman – whom through serving I build my tolerance for sacrifice and thereby step further into my strength. Service to her and to all women is my daily practice. And I have become fond of repeating the basics until perfect.

I was served by a woman as a child, and I now serve this woman and all women as a man. So turns the cycle of birth, death, and birth.

Woman, I now need nothing from you. Not your romance. Not your sex. I have everything I need internally. And all that is mine, externally, is coming to me. All you must do is be what you are and you will be loved deeply, and unconditionally. You will be listened to, and seen. You will be cherished for all that you are.

So do not clean after me. Do not cook for me. Do not exert yourself for I am not a kept man.

Accept me, consume me, and I will be a God for you that we might perpetuate this eternal dance of energetic polarity into each night and spill it over into each morning.

And when you wake I will be here. Unmoved. Unmovable. The warrior.

Your man.

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Photograph by Andrea Tomas Prato

 

The Internal, Eternal Wealth.

“I am beauty. I am worthy of the goddess. I am worthy of success.”

It is not what life gives to us but what we accept, and what we say “no” to and keep walking, that most informs our experience. It is not what you manifest, but what you accept, that makes the difference. And we all accept what we think we deserve.

Life will, in other words, treat you as well or as poorly as you let it..

Now, the keen observer will, at some point, be inclined to realize that he is the sole creator of every element of the reality he is witness to. That everything he sees around him is the child of a decision he made… No one’s lastingly rude to the Dalai Lama. Is this a co-incidence?

If you look around and what you see is destruction, then it follows that you believe you deserve destruction. Why does a victim of domestic violence, given a room of 100 people their age, always pick the one that will beat them? There is no co-incidence. Only perfection.

Our actions are the many children of our internal world. Nagging back to their mother when challenged. Validated and pushed on.

Strong actions, however, need no validation. They sing their own song

– to themselves.

Our romantic lives are the most telling examples of our self-worth being reflected back at us. The world is a mirror. What do you see looking back at you?

Let go, now, of whatever you’re gripping on to, and allow what is next to come to do so. Mostly know that should nothing come, you are wealthy without it and wealthy within. Your internal wealth is the only true wealth you will take with you beyond the narrow grave. You shall escape with nothing else but this internal, eternal wealth.

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Artwork by Neil Krug

Warriors II.

What is it to be ‘a warrior’? …

It’s the doing of the necessary – the peeling back of egoic desire with the sharp ribs of the blade of correction. It is a quiet, still certainty – a resolute stance – uncovered through repetition. To be a warrior is to mindfully give up all that obstructs the path through application of deep discipline of body and mind, and from this platform of simplicity to relax and therefore draw power through speed and agility. He is gentle, and finds not only power, but beauty in his simplicity.

It is a daily practicing and re-practicing of the basics of the basics until utterly faultless. Looking from every angle at how you can improve. To devote your life to the mastery of skill through repetition, and live it every day – without excuses. The warrior humbles himself to correction – the path to his mastery… And in humility pilgrims to touch the feet of correction, and the person that benevolently administers it, to exchange what little he can offer – gratitude and energy – for the great wealth and sophistication they bring to his life.

… He will remain invisible until the time comes for necessary action. When ready, he bobs into the light, strikes fast, in grace, and stance. Yet you will not see him – there and then gone. Perfection worked at; every day, every month; year upon year, life upon life such that when required he might act in perfection, to defeat adversary with fierceness and love, kindness and firmness, power and technique.

He will not make a show of it. You will not be made aware. Yet though invisible, you will not miss his presence.

Back into shadows he retreats, and returns to his art. In a temple built on a lifetime of tiny adjustments, he returns to the throne, sits down, and waits once more, in silence, for timing to create the next moment for action.

Wisely, silently, gently, he prevails.

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Artwork by Yaroslav Gerzhedovich

 

Warriors.

I play to the deafness of the masses. I move for the blindness of them all. Blending in shadows that you might briefly notice and then miss upon double-glance.

We study in broad day light that which everyone else skips over. We humble ourselves with the mastery of the basics. We correct ourselves and take correction until perfect in the simplest of things. Nothing too small to inspect and correct until we perfect. Never ahead of ourselves (for long).

First, we build foundation. Rock solid. Unmovable. Upon this rock we shall build our church. Others will one day come to pray here. And they shall leave with blessings and invigorated spirits.

We concern ourselves only with mastery, and the completion of what must be done.

We are warriors.

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Photography by Adrian Storey