We wave our arms,
stretching, our hands circling
As we stand on the
painted floor and practice.
Next to me
stands a tall slim figure
Whose graceful
fingers seem made for this,
Stroking the air
with love.
We draw energy into
our bodies,
Embracing the world,
or even the universe,
Stretching out to
bring in stardust,
To bring in some of
what we are already.
Shoulders,
wrists, knees and ankles revolve
drawing energy to
the center
The place where my
hands rest
One on the other,
quietly.
I watch them as they
circle away and back
As they expand an
imaginary ball–
Although I close my
eyes and see the colors
Changing from purple
to black.
My fingers, short
and plump, move through the air
The light seems to
come through them.
They move and draw
in and push out
Perhaps with their
own grace,
as I disperse the Qi.
