A ballet of two bodies, A communion of two minds. No place for weak or strong, In the gesture that unwinds.
The expression of inner being, Of unity and harmony felt, Manifests in what’s seen, A bond of time itself.
Hours upon hours rehearsed, Before finding space to bloom, In each codified traverse, A defiance of gloom.
Two beings so different, Yet their motions beat as one, Transcending every vigilant eye In a union born of devotion.
Born on the edges of the East, From a sage and human heart, Kata stands, a loving testament To a future shaped by ancient art.
Action, reaction, ever entwined, Giving the gesture its full scope: Attack and defence refined, Returning the body to hope.
Beyond the poetry they bear, Be it nage, kata or kime, Lie the guiding principles shared, The truths that shaped our way.
To be a judoka is to be whole— A grammar, a form of release, The freedom to shed all control, Except the law of peace.
Watch these two bodies move, Each muscle knowing its part, Seeking at last to prove The liberation of the heart.
In knowing what fuels their art, These sculptors of fluid form, They draw us near, they touch the heart, Inviting us into wonder, wide and warm.