Learning walked through fire and grace,
in rooms where hearts dared to open,
where chaos met its quiet place,
and voices found their ground, unbroken.
Fifty-five full years of the art of practicing
of listening, holding, wise unveiling;
of shaping circles, heart to heart,
where breath and trust were never failing.
At seventy-seven, steps now slow—
not stopping, but with lighter weight.
No clock to serve, no pace to show,
just time to breathe, to walk, to wait.
To practice peace without a role,
to see the forest in the tree;
to serve the life beneath the goal,
to rest in simple harmony.
Still flows the Dojo, soft and deep,
the Flow Game spins its threads anew.
The art of loving Life will keep
inviting what is kind and true.
Now harvesting the seeds once sown,
a gardener of the unseen field,
you tend the heart, your own and grown,
in gifts no market price could yield.
Dear friends and clients, co-travelers all
thank you for the dance, the fire, the tone.
Wherever we heard Life’s subtle call,
we walked together, not alone.
The Work still lives beyond the name,
beyond the time, beyond the song—
learning in the right and wrong...
now, tending a quieter flame.
Still, the Work goes on…
Toke by the lake, 18 July 2025
