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streets to the small monastery where we warmed ourselves with food and then ran the dayâs path along each otherâs bodies.
In sex and thoughts of sex I return to a small place in myself, a fissure in the ground at CV-6 say, and follow the blue in my forearms and wrists. This blood opens on a secret river.
L EG T HREE M ILES
I hold Stomach-36, lower Sea of Qi , and CV-6, Sea of Qi .
Hello Dantian , Lower Cinnabar Field, yang point to tonify the kidneys, junior relative of Guan Yuan the yin gate of origin! Are you indicating qi deficiency of my fire zang ? I hereby option original qi , dynamic qi dancing between the kidneys. I hereby promote pre-heaven qi to foster post-heaven qi of the earth. I hereby address the foundation of human life and all qi deficiency and the exhaustion of anything! The image is of this guy digging a hole long and deep enough to lie in.
Zhou Yiyuan and his sister are well known here, an illustrious pair. Those we spoke to told us he was headman of a revolutionary gang and she a shaman from the mountains; they are outlaws. They show up most years in autumn, usually with a group of followers.
We found him drinking tea with merchants in a market alley, the day bright and warm, his sister weaving with a group of women several feet away. We reminded him of his promise to mend the bridge and he shrugged. âAm I your master?â
âYes.â
âYou wish me to return?â
âYes.â
âYou will lose everything.â
The merchants sipped milky black tea and laughed; Song Wei and I stared at each other; my brother monk was smiling, while hawkers with cages and carts bustled around us. The air a fizz of ecstatic flies. Parrots and pigs seemed related.
U PPER G REAT V OID
I canât see these words clearly and the words are not only smaller but they dance about. The night is cold. Numb fingers mean the words, smaller and dancing, come slower. I wish I could say the same for thoughts. Once upon a time and not so long ago thoughts came one by one and I woke before dawn to watch them trot around a track, the sense of control rising till I rose. Then I got within range of the little thoughts coughing in the dust of the big ones and here was the first of all lessons â donât slow down or youâll get lost in details. Every enterprise is an exponential whirligig. Speed keeps everything trim. You are safe and fluid as long as you increase.
Those were happy people at the marketplace, at the cusp of increase and deficit. Zhou Yiyuan was loquacious. Of course he would return to finish the job he began. Wasnât he the heart of the work force? Without him real work could not begin. The bridge would collapse without him. The machinery would seize, the crews disband. He bought wine for his friends and stumbled drunk from one side of the alley to the other. Now did we understand? Now did we see how essential he and his people were?
I gave up trying to listen and set my eyes on Song Weiâs bright grace. The raw yarn running through her quick fingers was white and red.
L INES O PENING
The Great Point is the one that when released will set all in order. Spontaneous analysis or deep assessment will find this point. The trick is to know which approach to use. The full moon is on the wane and the sky bright with stars. Listen. On a similar night I walked along another alley, familiar and dusty, junk to either side, past the shuttered guitar shop, with my wife and son. Iâm not trying to fool you. Youâre the one thing I canât lose.
L OWER G REAT H OLLOW
Imogen came to me in the night, younger than I had ever seen her, younger even than in her early films, carrying a feverish baby. We were inside a shadowy barn or stable and the baby was starving and we had to chew bread to moisten it . . . the little mouth opened . . .
This morning I couldnât find my broom. The broom was not in its place. Hard to credit the size of emotion this loss
In sex and thoughts of sex I return to a small place in myself, a fissure in the ground at CV-6 say, and follow the blue in my forearms and wrists. This blood opens on a secret river.
L EG T HREE M ILES
I hold Stomach-36, lower Sea of Qi , and CV-6, Sea of Qi .
Hello Dantian , Lower Cinnabar Field, yang point to tonify the kidneys, junior relative of Guan Yuan the yin gate of origin! Are you indicating qi deficiency of my fire zang ? I hereby option original qi , dynamic qi dancing between the kidneys. I hereby promote pre-heaven qi to foster post-heaven qi of the earth. I hereby address the foundation of human life and all qi deficiency and the exhaustion of anything! The image is of this guy digging a hole long and deep enough to lie in.
Zhou Yiyuan and his sister are well known here, an illustrious pair. Those we spoke to told us he was headman of a revolutionary gang and she a shaman from the mountains; they are outlaws. They show up most years in autumn, usually with a group of followers.
We found him drinking tea with merchants in a market alley, the day bright and warm, his sister weaving with a group of women several feet away. We reminded him of his promise to mend the bridge and he shrugged. âAm I your master?â
âYes.â
âYou wish me to return?â
âYes.â
âYou will lose everything.â
The merchants sipped milky black tea and laughed; Song Wei and I stared at each other; my brother monk was smiling, while hawkers with cages and carts bustled around us. The air a fizz of ecstatic flies. Parrots and pigs seemed related.
U PPER G REAT V OID
I canât see these words clearly and the words are not only smaller but they dance about. The night is cold. Numb fingers mean the words, smaller and dancing, come slower. I wish I could say the same for thoughts. Once upon a time and not so long ago thoughts came one by one and I woke before dawn to watch them trot around a track, the sense of control rising till I rose. Then I got within range of the little thoughts coughing in the dust of the big ones and here was the first of all lessons â donât slow down or youâll get lost in details. Every enterprise is an exponential whirligig. Speed keeps everything trim. You are safe and fluid as long as you increase.
Those were happy people at the marketplace, at the cusp of increase and deficit. Zhou Yiyuan was loquacious. Of course he would return to finish the job he began. Wasnât he the heart of the work force? Without him real work could not begin. The bridge would collapse without him. The machinery would seize, the crews disband. He bought wine for his friends and stumbled drunk from one side of the alley to the other. Now did we understand? Now did we see how essential he and his people were?
I gave up trying to listen and set my eyes on Song Weiâs bright grace. The raw yarn running through her quick fingers was white and red.
L INES O PENING
The Great Point is the one that when released will set all in order. Spontaneous analysis or deep assessment will find this point. The trick is to know which approach to use. The full moon is on the wane and the sky bright with stars. Listen. On a similar night I walked along another alley, familiar and dusty, junk to either side, past the shuttered guitar shop, with my wife and son. Iâm not trying to fool you. Youâre the one thing I canât lose.
L OWER G REAT H OLLOW
Imogen came to me in the night, younger than I had ever seen her, younger even than in her early films, carrying a feverish baby. We were inside a shadowy barn or stable and the baby was starving and we had to chew bread to moisten it . . . the little mouth opened . . .
This morning I couldnât find my broom. The broom was not in its place. Hard to credit the size of emotion this loss
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