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The Tai Chi Rap
 

Back
Keep it straight, and relax
Head
In a line with your back
Knees
Keep them bent, sink down
Feet
Keep them rooted to the ground

Let your waist keep turning
Like the coiling of a snake
Let your hands be as light as if
You’re floating in a lake
Keep your shoulders down and level
Keep your elbows low
Like a puppet with no strings attached
To shoulder or elbow

Yield
To an incoming attack
Take it round in a circle,
Spit it out, give it back
Crouching low like a tiger
That’s preparing for a leap
You can rise up like a dragon
That’s been woken from it’s sleep

Be aware of all directions
While your mind rests in the void
And keep your sense of humour
So you never get annoyed
Stepping back from thoughts and feelings
Keep it real, keep it cool
Be aware of the connections
Of the drops within the pool

Keep the whole thing moving
And keep going with the flow
Without doing any doing
Without knowing what you know
When your mind is as calm
And as vast as the sea
Using power from your centre
You’ll be doing Tai Chi
 
 
 
 
 
Work
 
 
The work of any man
Is like a ripple in a pond.
He cannot cure the whole world’s ills,
Nor wave a magic wand.
The place where he is standing
Is the point where he must start.
Alone in his small corner,
He must strive to play his part.
With calmness and compassion
He must live and love and be,
And so set an example
For the few who choose to see,
And if they choose to follow
They may play their part in turn
And set their own examples
So that other men might learn.
The wisdom of a man thus spreads
Unto the farthest shore,
Like ripples flowing outwards
To be felt for evermore.
 
 

Looking for God
 
 
I went Looking for God in the attic
But He wasn't up there today
Someone had said "He's up above"
But how far up, they didn't say
 
I decided to look a bit higher
The clouds seemed a pretty good bet
I've been studying clouds for an hour or more
But I haven't found him yet
 
And now the night has fallen
The stars are shining bright
But they've all been explored by telescope
And God's still out of sight
 
If the greatest astronomers missed him
What chance have the rest of us got?
But maybe he's like an invisible force
And there's nowhere that God is not
 
That would mean he'd be in every creature
Every rock, every flower and tree
In the food that I eat, in the air that I breathe...
Which would mean that he's also in me!
 
So I think I might give up this searching
As it says in the Tao Te Ching:
The further you go, the less you find
So the best place to look is within
 
Chris Thorold (Age 13)
 
 
 

 

 

 Tao

 


Full, its contents have no substance.

Empty, it contains all things.

Silent, its music is unending.

Still, it dances the eternal dance.

Without heat, it is not cold.

Without light, it is not dark.

Look for it, there is nothing to be found.

Look away from it, it cannot be escaped.

Vast, its smallness is beyond conception.

Tiny, it holds infinity within.

Unity, it holds numbers beyond reckoning.

Limitless, its wholeness is complete.

Ancient, it is forever new.

Eternal, all of it is now.

Vibrations arising, evolving, dissolving,

Interrelations of form without form,

Shifting, holding, changing, returning,

Transient threads in the fabric of all.

There is nothing to grasp.

There is everything to be.

 

 

 

 

Wu Chi

 

 

Close your eyes and listen

Listen to the furthest sounds

Be aware of the silence behind all sound

Observe how every sound arises from silence

And falls back into silence

Imagine

A silence

As vast as the universe


Look around you

Everything moves

Observe how every movement arises from stillness

And returns to stillness

Imagine

A stillness

As vast as the universe


Be still

Observe the movements of the mind

Thoughts are like waves on the surface of an ocean

Beneath the surface

There is always

Calm


Rest a while

In the silence and the stillness

Empty yourself

And be filled

 

 

 

Balance

 

The world is made of opposites

And yet the smallest part still fits

When bondage to extremes is cleaved

A point of balance is achieved

Wherein the wise man sits in peace

And there his soul may find release

From worldly pain and argument

In tune with life, he is content

He counts each single moment dear

And lives within it, free from fear

 

 

All poems on this page, except "Looking for God", were written by GH