I Play My Taiji

Jan 30, 2024

It’s raining on the mountain of the future deep inside

Water comes from higher than the highest of the skies

A lightning storm has brought it to the ground in windy fire

I am laughing, I am crying into this river that divides us

We are the seed-bank of the touch-connection skill

Passed down by ancient masters beyond the veil of cheap thrills

Whether come down from the mountain or forged in cauldrons red

We are dancing, we are standing on a mountain that unites us

It is an allegory for the universe itself

It is macro, it is micro. It is nothing on the shelf

A lightning storm of virtue where the water is the way

I do it in the morning and it does me through the day

I play my Taiji

Written at ‘Dragon House’ and ‘Tai Chi Caledonia’