In this long routine "Push Hands,"
one recognizes force and yields, then
slides, again, again, endless like water,
what goes away, what follows, aggressive
courtesy till force must always lose,
lost in the seethe and retreat of the ocean.
So does the sail fill, and air come
just so, because of what's gone, "Yes"
in all things, "Yes, come in if you
insist," and thus conducted find a way
out, yin following and becoming
by a beautiful absence it's partner yang.
~ William Stafford
from Poetry, Sept. 1992
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