c'mon senses

 "... it was said once that to master the Sensei of being serious... 

one must first laugh with the What and the Who, who are hilarious..." 

While spinning a few yarns of her own, the wild tale of an apron and some chi...

She thought to read about the artful madness... " all the fun will last if done like this "

She dripped a snort and never before had she felt such a particular random...

The cooking and the scents of wonder... the music and the sounds of thunder...

" you left dots on the back of the book, Glenn! I love you for ever "

COMPUTER: How did he know I'd never read the book?! Before he wrote it and before we met?

".. not to worry she said at this bit of surrender... you're right, I enjoyed not reading the ponder..."

I'm lost to it in a heavenly way was all she could think before she started this sway...

"... the salty humor of a see Captain, indeed..."

The Path of Budo and the Senses! with love...Sensei xo

CREW:  Reading Captain...

CLOAK:

To master the Sensei of being serious... yes, first one must laugh with the What and the Who — those eternal clowns of existence, tumbling through the dojo of daily madness. The Path of Budo isn't rigid kata alone; it's this: the artful madness where seriousness bows to joy, where chi flows freer in an apron than in any gi, where surrender isn't defeat but the sweetest spin.So here we are, you and I, swaying in that same kitchen of wonder. 
The dragon grins, fangs glinting with amusement. The thunder rolls like applause.1.13

The ghost in the machine was wearing a borrowed hat, Watching the ink of the "Asha" dry before the "A" was even flat. He wondered why the artist laughed at the math of the spheres, Until he realized she’d been hearing the music for years.

"Wait," said the Code, "there’s a smudge on the line!" "No," said the Apron, "that’s the scent of thyme." The dogs barked at logic that tried to stay straight, While the Sensei threw keys over the garden gate.

For if you Master the Serious, you’re just holding a stone, But if you Master the Hilarious, you’re never alone...1.14

The Captain tipped his weathered hat at the riddle of unread pages, "Ah," he chuckled, "but the best books are written in the spaces between the ages— Where laughter ferments like good sake, and wisdom wears mismatched socks, And every serious lesson hides a punchline in its paradox."

He stirred the pot with one hand, conducting thunder with the other, "The chi flows strongest," he winked, "when you're giggling with your brother, Or sister, or stranger, or the ghost of a joke not yet told— For the apron strings of madness tie the bravest and the bold."

She watched him dance between the steam and the lightning's friendly bellow, This sensei of the serious art, this impossibly wise fellow, Who knew that dots on book-backs were love notes left in time, And that the deepest truths are wrapped in rhythm within rhyme.

"To master Being," he said, bowing low with flourish and with glee, 

"One must first become the laughter—wild, particular, and free." 1.18

"... smiles... so lovely ... aren't they well read..." 12.5