The Journey

A WHITE BELT IS A MOUND OF CLAY, PLACED IN THE MASTER’S HAND. HE DOES NOT KNOW WHAT KUNG FU IS, OR THE THINGS FOR WHICH IT STANDS.

A GOLD BELT HAS BEEN MOLDED, HE’S A SHADOW OF WHAT WILL BE. HE HAS FELT THE SUBTLE STIRRING, A CALL TO DESTINY.

AN ORANGE BELT IS A PROMISE. THERE IS FIRE IN HIS SOUL. NOW IS THE TIME HE MUST DECIDE, WHAT IS TO BE HIS GOAL.

AND A GREEN BELT WILL BE TESTED, EVERDAY THAT HE IS TRAINING. MANY HAVE BEEN SIFTED OUT, AND FEW ARE LEFT REMAINING.

A BROWN BELT IS A WORK OF ART, A DISCIPLE OF THE MASTER. HE LIVES IN TOTAL ANTICIPATION, WITH A HEART THAT’S BEATING FASTER.

BUT OF ALL THE BELTS ONE CAN POSSESS AND OF ALL HE HAS BEEN SHOWN, WHAT GOOD TO SAY “I AM KUNG FU”, AND NOT CLAIM THE BLACK BELT AS HIS OWN.

FOR A BLACK BELT IS A PRICELESS JEWEL, MOLDED, POLISHED, AND SET WITH GOLD, UNTIL THE MASTER IS HIS BROTHER, AND HE IS ONE WITH THE FOLD.

YET, AFTER ALL THIS TIME OF TRAINING AND WEARING EACH BELT IN TURN, ONLY WHEN HE WEARS A BLACK BELT, WILL HE TRULY START TO LEARN.

LINDA LEARN
1980