The storm

The storm comes

After a while it blows away

So they say

But often pieces of wreckage

Left by the storm

Remain

Lodged deep inside

Our bodies hearts and brain

So storm dwellers seek

Relief

In places still and deep

In order to find

Peace

When echoes of the storm

Still resonate

Shattering this present moment

Lessons of suffering and truth

Replay

Churning away

Here within the center

Of our bodies

We remember everything

The storm brought

As you heal

The storm awakes

You must learn to hold yourself completely still

Breathing in and out

When not

Petrified by

Trauma freeze

Waiting for the frenzied electric breeze

Of electric shock

To pass on through

And ignite the impetus

For movement, risk and change

Do not let the storm

Keep you prisoner

Your very cells may shake and quake

But you are strong enough

To contain the charge

There is a place deep inside the eye of the storm

Where all is still

While highly charged

And even deeper

An eternal silence

Reigns

Enter this space

With your heart wide open

Remember to breathe

You are not the storm

You are pure spirit

You are the open field of Self

Surrendering

Observing

Experiencing

The resounding charge

Of all of this

Within your being

Cleansing you

Releasing pain

Surrendering worn out scripts of shame

And after it passes

You are the open field that is left

Nourished by it all

Transformed in your very core