The Eye of the Calm within The Storm NaPoWriMo6

TiffanyApril 6, 2017April 5, 2017poetry & proseCalm, NaPoWriMo, peace, poetry, storms

The tempest unfurls her fury,

Flinging branches like match sticks.

Roofs sent across streets.

Menacing clouds fill the skyline.

Yet at the center all is calm.

The golden lines spread out

Rise up and back down; a torus

Is formed. Frictionless energy.

The storm cuts a path through the wood

While the mighty oak, a symbol of strength

Becomes uprooted in gusty winds.

Yet the sapling bends,

Its greenwood helps it survive.

While it is thrashed to and fro,

It knows this helps its strength to grow.

Just when it feels ready to break

The winds and clouds dissipate.

Golden rays of sunlight stream down

And warm the air all around

While tattered leaves bask in their golden glow,

Enjoying the break before it is time again

to dance to and fro.

Namaste

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Writing out my thoughts has helped me to gain a new perspective of myself. In sharing these writings, it is my hope to help others to better understand themselves. It is my belief that with each of us who chooses this path of greater understanding of thy self, that it inspires others to do the same. This building momentum is the force that drives me to share, for in my vulnerability, I find my strength. I believe that you can also find yours there. ~~~In reading some of my posts, you will see that growth is not always pretty. It is in breaking apart and coming undone that a seed sprouts and breaks free of its own captivity. It is also out of mud that the lotus blossoms. ~~~Please join me in seeing the beauty of growth within the deconstruction of our limiting beliefs. ~~T.C. View more posts