06 March, 2017

Tai Chi

As the bud opens to the rain on its lip
so do we open at the mountain top
when we glide our arms 
effortlessly up,

then down to the valley below
moving, as the gentle flower
opens to a new day.

On its stem it flourishes
as we do standing 
on one leg,
looking beyond
into the mist.

Master of our universe, we bow to you.

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