Victor's Moto

I’ve been the beginner, learning my left foot from my right.
I’ve been the student learning the tools of my craft.
I’ve been the practitioner increasing the scope of my skills.
I’ve been the adept taking responsibility for the breadth of my art.
I’ve been the instructor.

I guide the beginner.
I focus the student.
I encourage the practitioner.
I explore with the adept.
I draw out the instructor.

My vision is without bounds.

My abilities are less.

History, but one tool of my arsenal.

My studies have been vast but my grasp of the circle is small.

I’ve found friendship and betrayal, joy and sorrow, and loneliness.
And the utter certainty that I cannot pass my entire vision along.
None can walk my way, and their efforts are driven by their own needs.
Especially, as I cannot take their freedom but can only try and point the way.

I remain the beginner, as my body must be learned anew each day
I remain the student learning the tools of my craft
I remain the practitioner seeking to increase the scope of my skills
I remain the adept trying to hold the sea in my arms.

I am the instructor.

I am senior.

Perhaps I’ll be like Prufrock..

“I grow old,I grow old, Shall I wear
the bottoms of my trousers rolled?”

Victor