This is a little poem about Qigong and how the roles to life are always changing.
The lady disciplines the air
Creating energy with little care
Accumulating and Circulating
Her master aids her under his wing
The lady is a seasoned student
The master is typically prudent
He wants the best of his trainee
He instructs for her to raise her knee
And focus the energy for him to see
The full potential of the Qigong ways
The student has impressed the master
Because she managed to train her disaster
And make it into nothing more than dust
Next step is to eliminate the rust
That is all over her master’s soul
and the gray rust slowly digs a hole
Soon the master will leave this world
For a place where the duties are twirled
In which he is no longer the master
But the trainee, underneath the grandmaster
The roles get reversed over and over again
You start off the weak boy but grow into a man
Until he is a man, he is not noticed at all
Once he is a man, he grows and becomes nothing small
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