Dancing Sun Raging Moon - Poem by Saint Eule
One day we wandered into the kwoon,
I was dancing sun, she was raging moon.
My wife and I were students of kung fu,
The white dragon way was the thing to do.
We learned the leopard and the tiger fist.
We learned the blocks and ways to resist.
After our hands were conditioned to defeat.
We learned to make weapons out of our feet.
We did this together till age took our breath.
Thanks for Daniel Kane Pai teacher till death.
We were the dancing sun and the raging moon.
We had a lot of respect and love for the kwoon.
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