In the quiet dawn, I walk the path of old,
Two friends beside me, their wisdom untold.
Tai Chi, the river, so gentle, so kind,
Karate, the mountain, with focus and mind.
Years have woven, their threads in my soul,
A tapestry of strength, a story whole.
In youth, I sought, the power within,
Now over sixty, I see where I’ve been.
Tai Chi flows softly, like whispers in the breeze,
Unveiling the secrets, with effortless ease.
Karate strikes fiercely, with passion and might,
Still, winning without fighting, that’s the noble path.
In the balance of both, I found my own way,
In the silence of dawn, Kamaytao joined my day.
My body, my temple, stands light yet strong,
My mind, a flowing river, where inner waves belong.
Through decades of practice, through sweat and through pains,
These two steadfast friends have quieted my breathing.
My life energy vibrant, my heart light as air,
A testament to training, to passion and to self- care.
Though the way is long, with distractions not far from home,
I stayed true to my path, in this digital life.
For Tai Chi, the flowing, and Karate, the firm,
Have anchored my Kamaytao being, through each twist and turn.
Now as I stand, in the twilight’s soft gleam,
I thank my two friends, for this beautiful dream.
The soft and the hard, the yin and the yang,
In harmony together, Kamaytao’s sweet song sang.
With youthful energy, in this seasoned frame,
I honor my journey, I cherish the same.
For Tai Chi and Karate, two old friends indeed,
Have nurtured my spirit, fulfilled every need.















