His ballet of death
tapped out in time
weighs heavy on my conscience,
spirit, and mind.

The grace with which
he fought for truth
his full expression
we never knew.

He wasn't his exercises,
or styles, physique, or way.
He wasn't these things,
yet it's these things that have stayed.

They linger here
in the archives of my mind,
as Fist of Fury plays on loop
behind my eyes.

I see his fluidity
even when he is still,
he is truly water,
the fulfillment of the will.

Yet I cry here now,
knowing the world will no longer see,
then I quickly rebound
as this man was Bruce Lee.

"No way as a way" he said.
"No limitation as a limitation."
So there is no reason
for this remorseful situation.

He lives on through his art,
his family and fans,
for no one can forget
the life of the Dragon, the Legend, the Man!

03/13/2018