In the space between certainty and chaos,
footsteps echo like temple bells,
each step prints a tattoo,
against the comfort of knowing.

The breath becomes a compass,
steady, deliberate and intentional,
while the heartbeat drums the rhythm
of ancient warriors walking into mist.

This is the arena of the uncharted,
where the self spars with doubts,
where every stride is a kata
performed majestically.

The darkness ahead feels like silk,
smooth, cold and impenetrable,
waiting to be cut through
by the self of confidence.

Listen,
beneath the fear of falling
there's this primal calling,
Whispering between
courage and cowardice,
known and unknown.

The body knows the Tao
even when the mind maps nothing,
each muscle memory a prayer
whispered to the void:

I AM READY
I AM BECOMING
I AM WHAT I CANNOT SEE