THE LIONS DEN

Freeflow from a mental dojo where fists fly and black eyes.
Where feet kick in chests and force expelled air to be released.
Where the form is so fluid that it becomes salty tears and the ballet of singing whales.
Hard as ice and as transparent as vapors.
Fire burning bright and rays of realization on the other side of meditation.
Reflections in polished steel and dodged bullets as a monk becomes the catalyst and the cause.
The pain and the relief.
Dodge, flutter and shifts of peripheral fields of vision as brains strain to make sense of what is transpiring in the freeflow dojo.