Tai Chi Rhapsody

Published 8:01 am Wednesday, April 20, 2016

I am that long row of snow-blanketed Chilkat mountains

from valley fullness to spaciousness beyond peaks.

I am frothy crests of wind-whipped waves in Lynn Canal

pushed south against an incoming tide.

I am a breaching humpback whale and the breach as well.

I am sounds of surf grasping in vain for the beach

the murmur of rolling pebbles and the silence in between.

I am a car passing on the road among the trees

sharing with those travelers a destination not yet reached.

I am all this and more,

like a bubble in a stream.

Glen Ray deeply enjoys life in Juneau and exploring spiritual qualities of ordinary experience through the lenses of meditation, qigong, tai chi and sculpture.

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