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To Skate

Your legs become at one with the ice,
Warmth that flows into the cold –

The ice, the friendly ice, has many faces:
Smooth like sheened gossamer it takes the blade like water,
Like the kiss of a lover’s lip or a child’s soft touch,<br cheap oakleys sunglasses />
A caress that runs deep,
That gives power and grace and wholesale nfl jerseys precision,
And above all, speed –
On such ice skaters sing in oakley outlet their movements and their smiles are pure joy,
Their oakleys outlet moments are a olho nothingness,
And they become pure in their existence;
Wherever they are, they’re alive,
They are themselves
And their lives are like water,
Fluid in the cinco living.

On other ice the blade sinks too deep and everything is effort:
The smiles remain, but this is a time for learning, not dancing.

To learn!
Ah, to learn …
Pushing to the limits, each skater finds themselves tested:
Beyond the test comes transcendence,
And the code for living life.

Feelings and the mind are everything,
Where the mind goes, the body follows –
They carry their treasure without knowing.

To skate, cheap nfl jerseys then, with <a cheap ray bans href=”http://www.foakleysaaaa.com/” target=”_blank”>cheap oakley oakley outlet sunglasses these angels of the moment<br cheap oakleys />
Is to be in heaven!



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By patsy peebles Sat Nov 23rd 2013 at 11:56 pm  

dear sir, thank you for posting your skating poem….I can feel the emotions an
ice skater could have in this form of art…..keep writing…..patsy

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