Po Chi

Master Po you have taught me to touch.
The rice paper I thought was too much.
Yet, you too are just a ripple in my mind.
All this and I am amazed; You are blind.

In visions I see the pebble in my hand.
Still I feel you see further than I can.
I was saddened when you said leave.
For your death I can still perceive.

Life was for me was the burning pot.
For the twin dragons I have fought.
The snow healed; Yet, dragons live.
I embrace the world; I still try to give.

Sometimes its like oak tree; Rough.
Sometimes its like hickory; Tough.
Sometimes its like bamboo; Smooth.
But always its like the world; Truth.

The fire of the dragons always burn.
For knowledge I will always yearn.
The fire is so deeply buried in me.
The dragons have become family.