When you step beyond your own gate, you face a million enemies.
During the hardest training it has been safer than the crowded city street
On the Irish Sea in turmoil it has been calmer than a near empty pub.
Enemies and chance respect neither rank nor riches
The sliver of black ice or a tool held carelessly can end
Integrity of shine and purpose can be its own kamae*
Vibrating thus as a hummingbird before tension.
Be transformed and facing forward. Still.