PRACTICING CHI

As a prow cuts through the sea,

I force the wall of sky  to part and let me fly

I practice Chi

upon my swing

As a bird strikes its wings against the air

calling the wind,

I climb the seconds against the pull of Earth

racing to catch the wind

I practice Chi

upon my bike

As the windsock blossoms upon the wind,

I move as music spills through my veins

I practice Chi

in my dance

As the sudden sight of the mountain

may hold still a life for that moment,

So may I hold one who watches

separate from the past, present, future

I practice Chi

in stillness