Some truths cannot be learned from theory or slogans.
They reveal themselves only where bodies
move, skills are tested, and people face one another without disguise.
This poem listens to the voice of the
field—a place that accepts no pretense and forgives no lies, yet nurtures both
skill and humanity with unwavering honesty.
The Field Never Lies
There is pride in standing on the field,
where one puts their body on the line.
Skills honed over time are brought fully
into play.
The work and the people you face respond
with honesty—
tell a lie, and you are cast aside as a
schemer.
There is tension in standing on a field
charged with emotion.
Your immaturity is struck head-on.
Neither the work nor the people show mercy.
Tell a lie, and you will never be taken
seriously again.
There is allure in standing on a field you
sought out.
You focus—shrewdly, greedily, with full
intensity.
The work and the people accept you as you
are.
A place where lies are impossible—
the field is a contest of absolute
sincerity.
There is resolve required to stand on a
harsh field.
Your limits of ability are put to the test.
Neither the work nor the people allow
refusal.
An atmosphere that admits no falsehood—
this is what the field is.
There are trials one always tastes on the
field.
Even when you fail, you must not break.
Guided by the work and the people you face,
you grow stronger.
Tell a lie, and all effort turns to dust.
Those who twist themselves corrupt the
field.
Those who belittle the field are ignorant.
Those who ignore the field are shameless.
Those who spout nonsense on the field are
unnecessary.
A field that nurtures people is founded on
sincerity alone.
You stand on the field and devote yourself
wholly to the work.
Beyond shared hardship lie empathy and
achievement.
The joy and emotion of being recognized as
fully capable.
Skills and humanity that take firm root
within you.
A field that nurtures people—
never, ever, lies.