Tag: Practice
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Lightness of Age
In the moonlight, with grace and style. the old folks start their first time dance.Young, they watched winged flight, felt the warble with delight. In the patient beat of time, knew the stepof the meadow’s light.Now, snowflakes later, they finally dance with the wind, this special harvest night.
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Practice
The day’s practice arrives:awakening knowing one more day stretching arms and toes until the deadness fades, breathing in life until you are out of breath,cutting off the words in a hopeless conversation,playing the scales over and over,until each day ends and sleep comes againand the waking dawn orders us to practice again.