#qi
Wǔxíng Category: Earth (土)
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Thirteen limestone spires anchor the shifting sky,
Ancient dragon ribs of Jade Mountain turned to stone.
The Blue Moon basin holds the weight of the heights,
Where minerals settle in a thick, turquoise silt.
The scholar’s stride is heavy, deliberate, and low,
Tracing the cold veins of the planet’s granite skin,
While the silent companion follows a scent older than kings,
Leaving steady prints in the dust of a dying glacier.
Within the marrow of the rock, the pale dragon sleeps,
Watching the ancient passes through moss-colored eyes.
The traveler finds his refuge in the density of the peaks,
A Longmen spirit carved from the silence of the high pass.
He is the unyielding jade that refuses to bend or bow,
The steady center where the five kingdoms find their balance.
Beneath the white drift, his heart beats with the soil,
A foundation of peace that stretches ten thousand miles,
Rooted in the Way where the labels of men fall away.
She, in the shape of a fox, is a shadow against the cliff,
Finding the sheltered ledge where the wind cannot reach.
For peace is not found in flight, but in the sinking down,
The strength to be the stone that the river must flow around.
The clear lakes are heavy with the bones of the range,
Reflecting a landscape that refuses to change its face.
The thaw of spring is but a surface stir of the crust,
But the foundation of this valley remains perfectly still.
The fox curls tight against the scholar’s steady side,
Seeking the warmth of the jade within the hallowed dark.
In the depth of sleep, a phantom shimmer stirs her form,
A soft, pearlescent flicker beneath the silver fur.
The single brush-tail grows into three, then seven,
Growing to nine before retreating back to the safety of one.
As the dragon’s hidden heart dreams of the zenith,
Resting its strength against the bedrock of the world.
A soft whimpering breaks the stillness of the night,
As the shadow-fox drifts through the jagged edges of a dream.
The scholar, deep in the mountain’s sleep, feels the change,
His own spirit sensing the tremor of her restless Qì.
Without waking, his hand finds the curve of her brow,
An instinctive grace answering the dragon beneath her fur.
A gentle scratch, a slow rub to anchor her spirit,
As the earth rises up to meet the flickering flame.
Here in the basin, the dragon and the fox become one,
Two pulses slowing to match the heartbeat of the ground.
He knows the weight of the scales beneath her silver mask,
Just as she feels the hum of the dragon’s Qì beneath his skin.
A resonant warmth, the internal flame of the unyielding jade,
Seeking the shivering light of the pearl to make it whole.
They keep the secret of the sky while walking the dirt,
A silent pact of kings disguised as a man and his pet,
Where the scholar is finally, and forever, at home.
刘嘉文
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Apr 10
Apr 10, 2026 at 9:30 AM UTC
Om
Clear the mind
with forms of breath control
Vibrations emanate
Serpent flows in swirls
It curls around the centre line
Seven points along the spine
From base to crown
Varied hues are queued
where energy is key
Use the force
to elevate your qi
Om
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 3:19 PM UTC
Quite Interesting.
Why am I watching this show on T.V.?
Because it has Stephen Fry and he is so funny.
He is so intelligent, compared to me;
But QI is wonderfully informative.
I learn general knowledge and bits of nonsense;
But even the nonsensical starts to make sense.
Phil Jupitus and Bill Bailey say funny things,
Whilst Alan Davies just seems a bit dim.
This show is great, it’s so good to watch;
Thank Dave for playing QI so much.
They must be careful not to say the obvious answer,
Because the screen will buzz loud and bring much laughter.
They guessed you would say that,
When the real answer is stranger.
So stick your hands in a sharks gills,
To protect you from danger.
General Ignorance will catch them out
And make them say the wrong answer, no doubt.
So watch QI, it’s quite interesting;
It’s the comedy show that just keeps giving.
(C)2013 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
May 9, 2018
May 9, 2018 at 10:20 AM UTC
At Vernal equinox, the Sun crosses
over the plane of the Earth’s equator
and equalises the night and the day.
Then will the Emerald Dragon awaken
from his hibernation beneath the earth.
Rising in the jade forests of Ghizhou,
this yin creature transforms the cold, dead land.
Primal and powerful, he gathers the Qi;
melts the mountain snows to ribbons of fire
igniting the frosty hillsides to growth,
fuses each thing with verdant energy,
revives again the seed, renews the bulb,
sprouting tender shoots juice-rich and sap-full
Shy blossoms set to bloom and burst with fruit
Fresh scented breezes ruffle foliage
maiden ferns shiver with their thrill and ******
Grasses and reeds bedewed and beryline,
murmuring and humming low and dulcet,
dancing and swaying at the river’s edge.
Roots of every tree draw deep from the earth
Magnolia and Frangipani breathe
and pant out fragrant honeyed lusciousness
Spring sparks and quickens, kicks and is alive.
© M.L.Emmett
Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
One soul to awaken
Two souls to make love
Three souls officiate a family
Five elements to keep in balance
Eight gateways to filter through
Thirteen to make it true
Twenty-one to set in stone
Thirty-four to seven the circuitry in I AM the will atones
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 4:31 PM UTC
At Vernal equinox, the Sun crosses
over the plane of the Earth’s equator
and equalises the night and the day.
Then will the Emerald Dragon awaken
from his hibernation beneath the earth.
Rising in the jade forests of Ghizhou,
this yin creature transforms the cold, dead land.
Primal and powerful, he gathers the Qi;
melts the mountain snows to ribbons of fire
igniting the frosty hillsides to growth,
fuses each thing with verdant energy,
revives again the seed, renews the bulb,
sprouting tender shoots juice-rich and sap-full
Shy blossoms set to bloom and burst with fruit
Fresh scented breezes ruffle foliage
maiden ferns shiver with their thrill and ******
Grasses and reeds bedewed and beryline,
murmuring and humming low and dulcet,
dancing and swaying at the river’s edge.
Roots of every tree draw deep from the earth
Magnolia and Frangipani breathe
and pant out fragrant honeyed lusciousness
Spring sparks and quickens, kicks and is alive.
© M.L.Emmett
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
Chi energy & life
Creation which flows abundant
Water, crystalline, steam
Jul 20, 2014
Jul 20, 2014 at 8:07 AM UTC