Qui Gong

Qui Gong


I can see why cat likes his porch chair twilight,
The moon has painted his whiskers silver,
  And above the tenor crickets
The wind makes wind chimes rhyme in time
  With the purpling evening breeze

  Qui Gong,
  Qui Gong – ley
       
So we sit and open mind
  Not contemplating koan,
Waiting while star-lit wind marks time,
Waiting on the wind, our doan

  Qui Gong,
  Qui Gong – ley