“Art calls for complete mastery of techniques, developed by reflection within the soul.”<\/p>\n
– Bruce Lee, from Tao of Jeet Kune Do<\/em><\/p>\n Perhaps the biggest work we do together will be around exploring and developing techniques that foster and nurture a flexible, relaxed, and alert mindset with which to approach our work and our interactions with others.<\/p>\n Each of the tabs in the Mindset section is a piece in this puzzle, which we will build together. Explore!<\/p>\n [ngg_images source=”galleries” container_ids=”39″ sortorder=”435,426,423,424,425,427,428,429,430,431,432,433,434,436,437″ display_type=”photocrati-nextgen_basic_slideshow” gallery_width=”600″ gallery_height=”400″ cycle_effect=”fade” cycle_interval=”3″ show_thumbnail_link=”1″ thumbnail_link_text=”[Show thumbnails]” order_by=”sortorder” order_direction=”ASC” returns=”included” maximum_entity_count=”500″]<\/p>\n (Student quick-draw responses to the prompt, The Diver\u2019s Clothes Lying Empty<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n You are sitting here with us, You are yourself the animal we hunt You are in your body You are the diver\u2019s clothes In the ocean are many bright strands Your hidden self is blood in those, Rumi, translated by Coleman Barks<\/em><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Into a soul absolutely free One and the same breeze passes No thinking, no reflecting, The eye sees it, Clouds and mists, Victory is for the one, A Taoist Priest, as quoted in <\/em>Tao of Jeet Kun Do<\/strong><\/em>, by Bruce Lee<\/em> <\/p>\n Listen to Become Ocean<\/a><\/strong>, by John Luther Adams<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" “Art calls for complete mastery of techniques, developed by reflection within the soul.” – Bruce Lee, from Tao of Jeet Kune Do Perhaps the biggest work we do together will be around exploring and developing techniques that foster and nurture a … Continue reading
\n“Draw you being taught be either Bruce Lee or Wu Mei.”)<\/em><\/p>\n
\nbut you are also out walking in a field at dawn.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nwhen you come with us on the hunt.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nlike a plant is solid in the ground,
\nyet you are wind.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nlying empty on the beach.
\nYou are the fish.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nand many dark strands like veins that are seen
\nwhen a wing is lifted up.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nthose veins that are lute strings
\nthat make ocean music,
\nnot the sad edge of surf
\nbut the sound of no shore.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nFrom thoughts and emotions,
\nEven the tiger finds no room
\nTo insert its fierce claws.<\/p>\n
\nOver the pines on the mountain
\nAnd the oak trees in the valley;
\nAnd why do they give different notes?<\/p>\n
\nPerfect emptiness;
\nYet therein something moves,
\nFollowing its own course.<\/p>\n
\nBut no hands can take hold of it —
\nThe moon in the stream.<\/p>\n
\nThey are midair transformations;
\nAbove them eternally shine the sun and the moon.<\/p>\n
\nEven before the combat,
\nWho has no thought of himself,
\nAbiding the no-mind-ness of Great Origin.<\/p>\n