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. Continue reading I Alone Am Still….