EYE OF THE STORM

Light as a feather

It's never been better

Just astonishing

Wonderfully overwhelming

Like poetry

Sweet Symphonies

Caressing me

Like a calm ocean

Water up to my knees

Waves lapping

Cresting and breaking

At my feet

They sweep and then retreat

Back to the swirling sea

That once cacophony

Raging thunderstorms

Have ceased

On the horizon the buoys

Bob and dip

With each swollen swell

Looking up to the sounds

Of the passing gulls

Calling down

That all is well

Flocks of tiny birds

Run on tiny feet

Chasing seafoam

Endlessly

Encouraging me

It's just the little things

We need

Simple sustenance

Comes willfully

To those who know

To feed

Clouds distant

On an infinite horizon

Speak to the vastness

Of life and time

Pillowy and full

It is the ocean that fills them

Just a varied form

Of the salty brine

Lives as many

As the speckled sand

Pulled out by the surf

To settle down

In banks that run

Up to the edge of the deep

Shallows give way

To diversity

In the darkness

Creatures spring up

Glowing brightly

Lit by phosphorescence

Knowing nothing

But the living womb

This belly of the goddess

Our very essence

We all come from source

Embodied sons and daughters

Galaxies we once were

Now here as living waters

We will all pass through

Energy's shifting form

Our God speaks from peace

In the Eye of the Storm