A Martial Arts practitioner decided to seek answers to the mysteries of Ki. He went out looking for experts and teachers and he certainly found very powerful individuals, men and women, who could break large blocks of stone, others could levitate, others could fight to perfection with the eyes closed, others could submerge under the sea and stay for hours and hours.But these people told him that they knew about a person much stronger than them, who lived at the top of a very steep and cold mountain.
He got ready and tried to ascend the mountain but after a short time, he would descend because he did not have strength nor resistence.Nevertheless, he tried one and many times, but he would always had to descend. He was a persistent person and prepared himself for a year, by that time, he had developed a lot of strength, but could not pass half of the distance necessary to climb the mountain.
He insisted and kept preparing himself, ten years passed, in which he could ascend more but still he was very far from the top of the mountain. Twenty years passed and then, he could ascend to the top of the mountain.But oh surprise! The mountain was like an ice floe where nothing was growing. And the curious thing was that in contrast, the climate up there was absolutely spring time with flowers and fruits. It was most unusual, because there were even butterflies. And when he was wondering whether he had died and was in heaven, a very calmed mild voice greeted him. and he -without even noticing- answered. Then, that mild voice started to talk to him about things that were happening in the near towns, he seemed to be very well informed. And the persistent seeker asked: " Who are you?"
The man said: " I am a humble poet who lives here, retired and enamored as I am , of this distant wind that here in the top of the mountain, is much better perceived in its natural flow. And the seeker said: " If it is that way, how do you know what is happening in the surrounding towns?" And the man answered: " Because in the mornings, I always come down and bring flowers and fruits to the townspeople, and by the middle of the day I go up again to listen to the mysterious words of the wind and to write them in the book of my life. And the surprised seeker who had taken more than twenty years to ascend the mountain, found a poet who would go up and down the mountain every day.
He, then, started to understand that a teacher of Ki does not stay in the combat but goes beyond and even further on, and whom, astonished as he was, was not able to completely understand.
He got ready and tried to ascend the mountain but after a short time, he would descend because he did not have strength nor resistence.Nevertheless, he tried one and many times, but he would always had to descend. He was a persistent person and prepared himself for a year, by that time, he had developed a lot of strength, but could not pass half of the distance necessary to climb the mountain.
He insisted and kept preparing himself, ten years passed, in which he could ascend more but still he was very far from the top of the mountain. Twenty years passed and then, he could ascend to the top of the mountain.But oh surprise! The mountain was like an ice floe where nothing was growing. And the curious thing was that in contrast, the climate up there was absolutely spring time with flowers and fruits. It was most unusual, because there were even butterflies. And when he was wondering whether he had died and was in heaven, a very calmed mild voice greeted him. and he -without even noticing- answered. Then, that mild voice started to talk to him about things that were happening in the near towns, he seemed to be very well informed. And the persistent seeker asked: " Who are you?"
The man said: " I am a humble poet who lives here, retired and enamored as I am , of this distant wind that here in the top of the mountain, is much better perceived in its natural flow. And the seeker said: " If it is that way, how do you know what is happening in the surrounding towns?" And the man answered: " Because in the mornings, I always come down and bring flowers and fruits to the townspeople, and by the middle of the day I go up again to listen to the mysterious words of the wind and to write them in the book of my life. And the surprised seeker who had taken more than twenty years to ascend the mountain, found a poet who would go up and down the mountain every day.
He, then, started to understand that a teacher of Ki does not stay in the combat but goes beyond and even further on, and whom, astonished as he was, was not able to completely understand.
