I find myself like the plane emerging from the storm clouds,
like the ship, suddenly, breaking through the winds and downpours
Ruffled, a few sheets of metal to fix, a few sails to mend,
but safe and sound.
I find myself baffled, still unable to believe the crossing has ended,
The bell rings at the end of the sitting session.
I am filled with gratitude for the life given to me, left to me, in every moment.
©FJ July 2025
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