Heaven rises and earth falls

And the tall become the small.

The heart beats its own accord

And the stream ripples with life.

Rock and water are inseparable

Flowing round each other.

If the center holds all things are strong.

Beyond that lies the soul.

Thought spirals a habit,

A dragon whipping its tail

Long enough to touch

the heavens

Here we are. Here we remain.

Man the creature of the middle,

The center that holds its own.