This morning’s neigong:
Once again the air is different;
Every day it changes as the wheel of the year turns;
Every day the smell and taste has a difference;
Nobody else seems to notice.
I alone am still;
I feel the stasis of the universe;
I am as I am because everything else is as it is;
As everything else is moving;
I alone am still.
People rushing to work;
Taking kids to school;
Birds flying, trees and plants growing;
I feel the earth turning;
Everything balancing everything else.
But I alone am still.