16
Feb
Cloud warrior touches stone
To hang impossibly high,
Knows the earth in ways
That escape us in our
Great awkwardness.
Cloud warrior does not fly
With the freedom of the eagle,
But his feet nearly have wings,
I see them dancing the cliffs
Merging rocks and clouds.
What is it like, to know
The sky and earth as one?
What grace arises
In that lightning movement,
Grounded in crystalline air?