A Prayer in Motion

I was reminded of this poem, that I used to include in my old paper manuals back in the day, as we walked through long form last night...

Tai Chi
By Adrienne deJager

Garden pavilion,
shade with six wind-walls
and a man.
Skin taut on bone and sinew.
His fingers balance sea, air, stars.
Eyes closed, ruling from within.
His face creviced with age,
pivots in the stillness.
Limbs, a windless sway of bamboo.
Wisps of white hair dull in the shade.
A prayer in motion.