45. TAI JI QUAN .......................................................................................................................................................................................................................67

Tai Ji Quan

And the bubbles How far from your back Disappear Dance linking To mountains above skies Opening the clouds In claws, the clouds. Border horse Stroke its mane.

The serpent, choking on an eagle; Clean your apples, Convert them into roots of the verb Of the linkers And with them catch the fist and girdle the air One Two Three, Advance from beat to beat Like a strawberry wait.

The moth followed From a modest hand, An arrow and a sword Clean as the flight of the lark In the soft early morning in the forest.

The serpent buries its fangs and the sea becomes the coast of Edentia The wind flies, thunder lights up the horizon And lets see the white behind the storm The clouds, she is a cloud A fist of the supreme Latest.