Tui Shou

When practicing push hands
I let my hand textures morph
Through soft and ‘sticky’ to limp to
Letting my hand-blades spring out
Like claws from
Cat’s paws for the
Decisive bloodless cut

My center and blades
Flowing and dominating
The swirling currents
Of my body’s space/time
Embrace

–LE – 7/21/25