The mountain edge straight
Before the air flowing down
And around the rock
*
Move with air as one
Align with vectors of Grace
Self a part of All
*
Before the high wind
Comes the movement of air on
The taut straight muscle
*
The bird’s wing adheres
To the vectors of grace that
Conduct its lone flight
*
Energy flows through
The straight line of level thought
In concentration
*
You are the funnel
Of never changing power
Manifest in grace
*
Deep the steep long held
Breath released slowly in one
Measure cleansed…rising…
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