A Lesson in Tai Chi

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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