Chi 

Raise a hand and gently let it fall

Softly gather heart and mind and body
Blend them into one, twist them into
Complicated patterns so simply done
This is living - a plain thing
Done in one breath with one release
Upon another and back again
Grasp the hard, the rough, the sharp
Manipulate like clay
Shape them into light and dark,
Shape them into sea and sky and self

Until all are one and one is all
Raise a hand and gently let it fall