Beauty is a Golden Bird – A Poem

By Adam J. Pearson The human body is a tree, It may grow thin or thick or small, But in each form there is beauty, Whether it’s short, or towering tall. And beauty is a golden bird, It rests upon our boughs, And either spreads its brilliant wings, Or shrinks and cowers now. When people…

These Feelings That I Can’t Express – A Poem

By Adam J. Pearson There is a great and golden line That connects your heart to mine And when you’re gone, It tugs and it tugs. There is feeling bold, unseen That rises up so rich and clean, And when you’re here, It blooms and it blooms. There’s a spark of sharp electric power That…

Because I Will Die One Day – A Poem

By Adam J. Pearson Hunger arises and we eat, Savouring each bite. Thirst arises and we drink, Cherishing each drop. Emotions arise and we embrace them, Feeling them without resistance. Thoughts arise and we witness them, Like children on a train platform, Watching the boxcars come and go. Clinging arises and we loosen it with…

Repertoires of Weapons: On the Use of Martial Arts Forms

By Adam J. Pearson Photo: Donnie Yen in Ip Man (2008) Martial arts forms like the Siu Lim Tau of Wing Chun Kung Fu or the various Kata of Karate are not mere sets of movements that must be learned to progress to the next belt. What is important is mastering every single movement in…

My Love in Pink: A Poem

By Adam J. Pearson Rushing out the terminal doors, My heart a frenzied bird, Stressed, panicked, beating its wings And then– A vision of peace, My love in pink. Pressured thoughts of bus schedules, Timed tickets, departures to catch– Shooting out like lava from a spitting peak When suddenly, with her– Silence, calm Swift, immediate….

Compassion as a Reflex: A True Story

By Adam J. Pearson Compassion can inspire us with wisdom about how to act to heal suffering in the best possible way. Today, I was sitting in class at culinary school next to my friend, whom I could tell was feeling really down about something. I asked him if he was okay, and he remained…

Love Your Inner Children

by Adam J. Pearson “Be a good parent to yourself” –Gail Sowerby All kinds of things come up within us: complexes, aversions, clingings, illusions, hopes, fears, worries, anxieties, pain, desperation. I used to call these arisings “shadows,” but now I see that they are neither light nor dark, neither good nor bad. More and more,…