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Master Chunyi Lin: "DO THIS... your whole body will thank you for it" 

I stumbled across this video by accident. Master Chunyi Lin teaches Qigong and Taoist energy practices which you can immediately try out and see for yourself with his videos.

I’ve got a chronic runny nose, which I got as teenager and it still bothers me. I sneeze daily multiple times a day around the year (the longest time I have went without sneezing was 3 days with a hay fever medication. I think it’s the dust). I never go anywhere without tissues.  My sinuses are always more or less stuck. Sometimes it’s so bad I need to use the heavy air way opening sprays for weeks.

Destroyed and reborn.

Destroyed and reborn.

Torn apart by a fiery storm.

Body and mind burned to ash. 

With all the power of a lightening flash. 

Suffering and hardship stoke the flames. 

Soul growing, wisdom gained. 

Within the embers you'll find your spirit. 

Total surrender, do not fear it. 

Embrace the true power that you are. 

An infinite diamond, an eternal star. 

Pain and growth. 

Pain and growth. 

This is the melody of the Phoenix of old. 

Wings soaring above it all. 

Endless rising, endless fall. 

Wings soaring above it all. 

The seed is buried before it can grow tall.

Poem by Ben Rosen, (http://www.qiclinicpdx.com/) 

Photo by Stephanie Wirth

It begins, by opening.

First, open. First, let in.

Root down, rise-up, invite connection.

Sometimes I do, baihui to huiyin

& a pole of white light I try to stoke. Aglow.

Sometimes, it feels like lead. Weighted, drab, sparkle-less. Dull.

It is not perfect.

It is never the same.

There is no plateau.

I can not arrive.

Sometimes I shake it out and it disappears and evaporates

out of my bones

Sometimes I shake, and it just settles down, again

like sediment.

It is not perfect.

It is never the same.

And I do not have to arrive.

But I still try, to open.

Let in. Root down, rise-up, invite connection.

Baihui to huiyin.

I try to summon that beam of light connecting heaven and earth.

I try to stop puttering about in my brain,

Strategizing about the rain I must bike through, the next quiz, the street sounds.

Baihai to huiyin.

I try to gracefully set aside my agitation, my impatience, my irritation.

I try to close my eyes and let the room wash away.

Baihai to huiyin.

I feel my heart-beat, my legs strong, my breath steady.

I see black mysterious seas against cold snow-capped mountains.

Majestic white tigers with quiet intensity, circumambulating the perimeter.

Reptilian green-blue scaly and glistening dragons, casting medieval shadows.

Fiery birds with golden feathers and sharp breaks, rising up to meet the sun.

And slowly, I define my aura.

Sit back on the lotus.

And when I am ready,

I draw my bow.

Poem by Kristen Oswald

Photo by Stephanie Wirth