Keep Going.
It’s what I hear over and over.
The mantra in the dojo,
in the literature
and now,
it’s in my head.
Keep Going.
It works.
It has no equal.
There is no substitute
for being present.
Now,
my neophyte mind
just wants to be more present
and more acute
and more honest.
Keep Going.
Nothing reveals
my corrupt and vile inner nature,
like setting out a course
that I have already forsaken.
When every lie I’ve ever told
comes back to call me “Father”,
when every indiscretion
grips me like a spider
and I feel the light of virtue,
but my sins cling to me
like the tar and feathers…
… Keep Going.
Live
and then live larger.
Speak
and then speak louder.
Run
and then run faster.
Hit
and then hit harder.
Raise the eyes
and straighten the spine
and cry out loud
and own my faults
and tell the world
my truths
are not negotiable.
Fight
and if necessary;
die,
but one thing that I cannot do anymore;
is stop.
Now that I have known momentum,
I must keep going.
-HG
