This is kung fu

Amorphous thoughts swirl,  

Each infinitesimal, profound, 

A grain of sand trapped, 

In a summer dust devil,

Purveyor of nature's casual malevolence. 

Stings come thick and fast,

From without and within.

In a maelstrom of confusion, chaos rules, 

Listless guilt feeds impotent rage.

The narcissistic pulls of a million dipoles,

Do paralyze the iron's will.

Mad energy SCREAMS for a method!

Somewhere in the darkness, a spark,

A notion of a beginning,

The beginning of a notion.

A concert of digits, of body and mind,

Stars and bones align,

Simplicity is expressed in earnest.

The first wave breaks against the rocks.

Then another, and another,

Relentless rhythm distills intent,

The spark is an inferno.

Rock must wither, its faults revealed,

Darkness must recede.

The storm's violence belies

The stillness of its core.

Peace and perspicuity abide

At the point of the closed fist.

And this is its way,

The way of time, and mindful effort.

This is kung fu.