This guest poem by Michael Hock illustrates how my life feels these days.
The Storm Inside
Where once it was lightning and thunder
cataclysm, the final convulsion
that turned my wheel, as if Armageddon
catastrophe, must herald the truth
my longing has gentled me.
Now change comes with falling leaves
how sunset plays with light.
Fire and brimstone, calamity of destruction
the slap of despair and vision of doom
replaced by simplicity
collecting wildflower seed
or how the wind stirs the chimes
and cold air seeps in the window at night
making bed a heaven, just for a moment.
Nothing becomes less, not less than truth
just, I am more subtle
needing less illustration, noticing more revelation.
Now the Beloved’s words, cherished deep in me
have become my perfect storm
sweeping away all that went before
making my world anew
as I quicken into my own resolve.
Michael Hock lives and works in Santa Fe, New Mexico, and is a long-time student of the MasterPath, www.masterpath.org. He loves to write about the pure celebration of life that is a result of his efforts to perceive the true and the real in every moment, and how the Divine, embodied in the Sat Guru, opens the faculties of perception and recognition so that life can be lived in joy and dedication.
Image: Santa Fe Mountains
What a beautiful poem and image. Thank you…
How could Perfection have it any other way?
Perfect! The last few lines just took my breath away. Thank you for such a beautiful poem and tribute to the Beloved.
Excellent photo to accompany this beautiful poem.
I identify fully with both. Thank you.
Thank you all for commenting. This poem touched me deeply too. It is such a relief to come to a place in life where one need not create dramatic storms but instead can enjoy the inner sunshine and occasional quenching rain.