With Calm inside he strikes with power XX xx xx xx His speed it makes the partner cower Beyond the walls the desert flower Behold the mountains how they tower
The drought of light makes it tight It is hidden at times of drought When we are parched from lack of light the veil will fall ; it will fail to prevail It will entail the paling of the dark
I sit in silent thought Taking in what we have wrought Every figure eight of the baton Conducting the orchestra of our lives Needs a pause a rest a silence To gather chi to nourish me
I have deep roots and I conquer my fear To dip into the possible and make it real
And the sun will shine on you !

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