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.


If necessary

Be transformed and facing forward. Still.


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