The Monk who Danced

Some monks pray

Some monks dance

Some monks drink

All monks hope for a second chance

 

I have played all

kinds of funny games

Been to all kinds of places

Called all unkind names

 

The thrill of the chase

The prospect of romance

is rarely expressed in thudding crashes

More often expressed in dance

 

Here comes tango

There goes hip hop

Ballroom dancing for the propah

Disco dancing for the lower crop

 

This monk got grace

It helps he has style

For very soon he will start sweating

Because he has not practiced in a while

 

While the forbidden and elusive

Pleasures of the flesh are often the downfall

Of talented men who began to crawl

Dancing never killed anyone

and no one got killed dancing.

 

The wars the fights and the peacock struts

Have continued since mankind begun

Choose your arena, choose your weapon

Dancing shoes or the barrel of a gun.

 

Music heals what people hurt

Poetry steals what movies covet

Paintings end up hugging stony walls

But dancing above all is in the moment

 

Transitory like a flutter of a piano sheet

Dance now or forever hold your feet.

 

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