A Lesson in Tai Chi
We assume the stance that's called 'wu wei.'
Relax. Let you attention sink
To just below your navel.
Sometimes half-three, sometimes half-four
But mostly not till five o' clock
Each day we squeeze ourselves into
A car, a bus, a railway carriage.
The road is fixed, the end is known --
A wood-plaster box that we call 'Home.'
But it's not like that.
It's not like that at all.
And now we form the cannon fist.
Always running between two trees
One a shadow of the other.
And when the rain breaks through their leaves
Then each provide but little cover.
Home makes work and work makes home
Like our exercise of pushing-hands.
But with pushing hands we observe
There is no making.
Now move into 'snake creeps down.'
In the whirlwind do not resist
Or give way. Simply observe.
Home is not the end of a road
Nor a compliment to work.
Home is a hub --
The centre that isn't.
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