Kung Fu~breath over mountain*
From the clouds in the sky
Break up an opening as they go by
Whisper silent words from a breeze
Touch a mountain, glide through it with ease
The mountain receives what this feels
Simple as it touches, this is real
In so doing a mountain remains still
Breathing in and out, nothing against its will
As its foundation that was laid remains in its lock
It started off as a pebble and grew into a rock
From this rock enormously it did grow high
And now at its pinnacle, it can overlook and breathe in the sky
Dom*Colucci © 2019
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