PASSING

 

Through the disparate form that keeps unlocking, loosening its grip and falling away. It is there/not there and all of a day in the half light it rides on this kind of misty fragrance. Dissolving it becomes vapour stuck to momentary hard lines like the frail cobwebs that ache from stretching across window panes steaming up from the inside. A cooking pot that is slowly discretely emptying out its contents implicated now as the touch on our skin, the wiping away of a thread of hair now compliant in the sweat of this living air. This living/dying that we are all made up on, how it escalates to such a pitch as this and this and then winds it's way down like the smoke from a single chimney that heaps back onto itself. All thickness is this, this tumbling upwards and downwards simultaneously. Only when the upwards is cut off- a sudden cessation of the necessity to keep displaying, does the envelope loop of these bundles of rising and falling gradually stretch out breaking the threads and letting loose the vapour that continues to travel  unhindered. Without the constant patterning of habit onto habit locking down the frame, there is no trace left- No information given except in the many practises that renew onto unlikely material- the script in the sky written on the brow of a speechless child.

On Kishi's Passing:

Akinobu Kishi was the founder of Seiki, a way of being with others quietly and non verbally through touch sensitivity and global clear observation and acceptance. He developed this out of his own life situation and an urgency of addressing mind and body in the same instant through effortless action that was also a way of keeping still. He was trained initially in Shiatsu but transformed through his own personal experience- including episodes of crisis- this doing practise into a non-doing- and an embrace of all the struggles and momentary findings between life and death. In his direct method of demonstration and treatment he taught us not to be frightened of these passing states but to open and trust to what was occurring.

He himself died on 23rd October 2012 in the company of his wife, Kyoko, at his home in Maebashi, Japan. He taught frequently and commitedly in Europe preferring to go from home to home of his long-term students in the various European countries; Germany, Austria, England, Italy, Greece and Scotland living amongst, not apart from those he addressed in a simple and straight-forward, at times humorous way. In his treatments and way of being he showed non-attachment; simply residing in the moment very lightly but whole-heatedly and then moving on. Even as he approached death, this was his teaching; for people to find their own way and to move lightly and freely with the situation as it presented itself- not to stay heavily with any moment or feeling and to give it too much weight.
He called touching someone in the right place at the right time, "Happy Hands". This developed naturally according to a two-way involvement and through the opening of an awareness that was not contained in any single life form but was an attentiveness of careful connection. Kishi left us with these "Happy Hands".