To old friends, far away maybe but always close to the heart.
THE ZEN OF THEIR WAY
He pondered the sound of one hand clapping,
As the distant sea, to his feet, brought waves lapping,
Would his arduous journey be futile and energy sapping,
In this new, enchanted course he was mapping!
As deep as his memory serves, she was by his side,
Dancing to glorious rhyme and rhythm, they would abide,
In step forever, not a moment lost by stooping to chide.
From that joyous suspended movement they could not hide!
Again, in the uncertain gray clouds of unknowing
Where fear and doubt make flight more compelling
And raucous voices rise above the gentle cattle lowing
O! Hopeful chime and toll, the twilight, thus, dispelling!
The surreal music of the spheres this life transcend
No looking back at the tenuous past to depend
This, dear friends, is no passing fancy or fantasy
This is the brilliant light, the future of ecstasy!
Antonio
THE ZEN OF THEIR WAY
(to Ronnie & Margaret, the Lords of the Dance)
He pondered the sound of one hand clapping,
As the distant sea, to his feet, brought waves lapping,
Would his arduous journey be futile and energy sapping,
In this new, enchanted course he was mapping!
As deep as his memory serves, she was by his side,
Dancing to glorious rhyme and rhythm, they would abide,
In step forever, not a moment lost by stooping to chide.
From that joyous suspended movement they could not hide!
Again, in the uncertain gray clouds of unknowing
Where fear and doubt make flight more compelling
And raucous voices rise above the gentle cattle lowing
O! Hopeful chime and toll, the twilight, thus, dispelling!
The surreal music of the spheres this life transcend
No looking back at the tenuous past to depend
This, dear friends, is no passing fancy or fantasy
This is the brilliant light, the future of ecstasy!
Antonio
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