I can still hear your voice Echo in my still mind My love and compassion go out to you Our beloved Master and Teacher
The scent of raw sweat On a padded floor Explosion of screams The release of energy
I can still feel the memory On my untrained muscles Of throwing a solid punch And the sensation on my knockles hitting the cushion
The tension on my lower torso Is still here Lingering, whispering on my body The relief of streching And the peaceful meditation After a crazy training
The passion building up In my solar plexus
Where are you now? I've come to talk to you again* Hey, if I don't try I won't know And as I wrap it up I realise You have left me happy And my muscles sore