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Taiji Poetry

ODA A UN GUERRERO  (To a T’ai Chi Player)  
by Calvin Ahlgren      
  (english  

?Que haces alli, taichichuanero?

Mueves como hechizado

aunque no pareces sonar;

hay en tu mirada fija y distraida

el mente del viajero

con aspecto del guerrero.

     

Bailas por el agua del tiempo,    

subiendo garra por garra, pluma por pluma

las paredes de la montana interna.

Subes sobre la selva donde contraponen

seso y corazon,  la idea y la intencion.

     

Luchas tu mismo contra el tiempo,

la muerte gradual, el tigre, el nagual,

la vejez que se arrastra.

La lucha y el baile son un solo acto para ti;

nadar contra la fuerza de la gravidad,

cantar las arias por las tinieblas y la vastitud.

     

Para ti el espacio es solido,

un lugar que es al mismo tiempo

sitio de reunion, campo del batallo,

un poco de catedral o mezquita,

salon de baile, piso del vals.

     

Tu circulas, circulas

alrededor el punto focoso,

cultivando la energia de vivir

como suplicar al cielo

enviar la luz completa

de comprender.

     

Majestuoso el corazon,

lejos los esperos;

fuerte y feroz y tranquila

la musculatura.

Calma el fidel y balanzado

alma meditacionero.

 

?Y como podrias sentirte abandonado

si al centro silba el universal?

 

 

TO A T’AI CHI PLAYER

 

 

What are you doing there, warrior?

You move as if hexed, though

you don't seem to be dreaming.

I see in your faraway gaze

the mind of a voyager

with a fighter's carriage.

 

You're dancing through the water of time,

scaling the walls of the inner peak

claw by claw, pinion on pinion.

You soar above the jungle, over the clash

between idea and intention,  heart and mind.

 

You yourself are fighting time -

gradual demise, the tiger, the magus,

the creeping snags of age.

War and dancing are one  act for you;

you breast-stroke against gravity's drag,

sing arias in the darkness and vastness.

 

For you space is solid, a place

at once trysting-spot, battleground,

a cathedral's touch, a whiff of the mosque,

ballroom and waltzing-floor.

 

You circulate, circulate

all around the focal point,

cobbling together life's gist

as if suing the sky

to send down the whole light of knowledge.

Your majestic heart and far-flung hopes

are tied to a body that's fierce,

strong and tranquil,

a balanced and meditative soul

mired in calm.

 

So how could you ever be lonely

with the universe whistling at your core?

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