There are times I want to be the storm after the calm; the one in which my restlessness battles surrender, feeling every nuance of purification as it seeps into my weary bones, knowing the phoenix will rise when the time comes as called forth by the heavens. Being as present as I can with emotions as raw as thunder and lightning. Watching them become one with the skies and the earth, as my heart and mind endeavor to survive a reality which at any moment will no longer exist. There are times I want to be the storm after the calm, seduced by the inner and outer turbulence of the Divine, knowing in the end, the self I thought I knew will be even closer in alignment to the heavens once this storm has passed.
The Storm
There are times I want to be the storm after the calm; the one in which my restlessness battles surrender, feeling every nuance of purification as it seeps into my weary bones, knowing the phoenix will rise when the time comes as called forth by the heavens. Being as present as I can with emotions … Continued
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