Tiger Crane Ex-Monte Fist

Shadow in a cave
Darker than the darkness
falling back, deep, far into a darkness.
Space within space
falling in on itself,
far back in out and forward
to the first thought that was the universe.

Here....
Stillness, Mountainness.
Mountain of mountains, rootedness in nothing
rottedness before a ground to root in.
Still.

Awake in light.
Two fingers. pushing out,
POwer pushing out on all sides.

The hook of a wing circles back as a Tigers Claw
and swinging a round downward in a dropping back fist returns.

Once from the right. Once from the left and then both sides two at once.
Coming down the mountain adn returning.