Daylight. Silence. Then, boom! A thunderous crash from the forest. The beast tore through the trees, hungry. Growling. Bearing its teeth and small animals would run. Hiding in the brush. Its ears perked up and from far off it heard something that it would be drawn to. Instantly running down the path. Barreling through without…
Author: bjwany
I am a writer and a martial artist.
What interests me is searching within.
the moment when the sky brought them together
The light from the sky — sending purple mixed with the golden clouds — spread over the land against the fire sunset. It was as though an artist had decided to paint something overwhelming and at the same time utterly peaceful. You couldn’t help but be captured by the feeling that sometimes the world around…
hand in hand we go
tumble backwards and forwards i want to tumble sideways into you and spread my hands on ground outstretch my fingers and reach for something i can’t quite hold i hold myself up to the light like i’m under a microscope and scrutinize to find the edge of a seam that runs alongside the edges of…
the dreams
The girl had a dream last night and when she woke her heart ached. She didn’t know why and at the same time, she did. She remembered. As long as she could think back, she never really knew how she got to the forest. She had guessed that she hadn’t always been here, but nothing…
fluidity
when you dance it’s not hard your body tells you exactly what to do and you just roll to the next thing keep going keep it moving keep your body moving and you step keep stepping along make your own syncopated little steps to the beat that fit with the beat that make additional music…
Lately
Lately Every room I go to I meet plants who are starting to flower These ones Despite the cold Despite the lack of moisture sometimes Despite the drought Still grow Still flower With only a touch of help From someone else Lately I am astonished by what I am capable of I push on boundaries…
the hunt
The girl moved swiftly through the forest. Dodging branches snapping back at her. She moved with alacrity. Her pace was even. She was nimble. She wove around rocks stuck in the ground. She jumped, sliding over the trunks of broken trees. She moved quickly. Hurried steps. She looked behind her. Then ahead. She quickened her…
deep within the moon, the heart
there is a river deep within the moon it is the kind that storybooks are made of in your heart it looks the same a river with a current that is so intensely strong both the moon and the heart go through phases the river that runs through them keeps things moving the moon is…
walking with water
walking along the wet sand ocean rushes up past my ankles then back out to meet the great expansive water each step and i can feel the grittiness of the multicolored little granules beneath my feet the scent of seaweed and clean air walking down the beach i have no destination in mind but walk…
The Dynamics of Groove 