Poem: Taoist Tai Chi

It starts slow
A mere hint of movement
A mere tingle of energy
A mere taste of what is to come
Slowly it increases
As I begin to move
Building and growing
Until the energy is rushing through me
Like white water flows
My mind grows blank
My body feels pain
My heart pulses like a mighty drum
Sweat makes my skin slick
My breath comes in pants
Still I move
The energy continues to flow
It flows until I can bear it no more
And so I stop
Peace and energy remain with me
Body and mind slowly morphed
Slowly healed
As I grow closer to God