for Suzanne
By
Malama MacNeil
we practice
in the grey light of morning
cold numbs lips and nostrils
while heat rises within our clothes
prickling pain in fingers yields
to streaming chi as the breath pumps
moving quickly, almost in unison
you lead, I follow
match speed, copy intensity
within this flowing moment
we are no longer separate as
a passing train's sound surrounds us
in this booming, flashing, trundling now
as big as a boxcar, a boxcar,
as big...
we turn, circle, spin the energy out
let it move chest and arms, lift leg,
weight this foot now, now that
my narrow being opens wide
to hold the shimmering cold
radiates from the whirling center
so vast
immense within, finds
the winter landscape of origin
the polar point of eqilibrium
where matter
has its source
and all is possible
we practice the way of balance
to advance, we yield
to rise, we sink
moving fast, we stand still
warm to the heart
we eat the cold
From the collection Signals
from the Heart by Malama MacNeil
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