The way is not the end
Rather a start to what's to come
This rising energy that nothing can stop
A wave bigger than the others
One of those we don't expect
For a few moments the fear
Too late to go back
She overwhelms, overturns
Sweeps away everything in its path
No more landmarks, down, up,
Front, back, true, false,
Just a need, a survival reflex,
Breathe and find a way out.
The heart races, the air begins to run out,
Of the body in a last burst
A life energy arises
That propels us out of the tumult
A big breath of fresh air hits us in the face
Ripping the last fears into stars
Peace of souls settles in the heart
The gaze turns towards the horizon
A sky clear of clouds looms
Nothing matters more than the present moment
The one who makes us alive
No matter what tomorrow will be
One goal in mind
Be a little freer every day that point.
Jean Christophe
November 3