太 极 笔 墨
（原创演绎）
天地悠悠，穷苍冥冥，
入虚幽空，虑静意成。
洋洋大墨，细细幽丝，
处处归圆，意气团团。
笔毫疾走，带墨涩行，
轻重缓急，起伏节致。
重处雷电压顶，
轻处瓶花落地。
墨香纸白，汇线成形，
干湿浓淡，幻化无端。
似形非形，是书非书，
阴阳并制，笔笔依存。
动中含静，静中生动，
瞬间即就，如历千秋。
浑然真一，圆我太极。
何家强
TaiChi Brushwork
Heaven and Earth,
without limit, without end,
Realm of time,
eternally nether, eternally deep;
Upon entering a state of deep contemplation,
an inspiration arises.
The brush sweeps rapidly,
in strokes of inverse motion, creating tension;
Lightly, heavily, slowly, swiftly,
each stroke, rising and falling, rhythmically well-modulated.
In executing heavy strokes,
the pressure applied resembles thunder and lightning;
In delivering light strokes,
the weight applied is like the dropping of flowers.
Within motion,
there is stillness,
And in stillness,
there is motion;
Though it appears to have taken eons,
but all comes into being in an instance.
Fragrant ink and white Xuan paper,
Lined and shaped;
The strokes – dry and moist, rich and pale in colour tone,
rendering boundless impact.
The strokes are bold and distinctive,
slender and refined;
Following the flow of vital energy,
they return to circular motions.
It is neither form nor formless,
neither script nor script-less;
But a combination
of strength and weakness, rigidity and flexibility, thickness and slimness,
Yin and Yang, complementary and balanced.
And eventually,
all becomes a unifying whole,
and completes my realm of Tai Chi.
HENRY HO