It is being one with the storm. It is being the storm. The storm does not move with respect to itself. It is devastating but not in conflict with itself.
To each, the storm takes a different form and path. Some are more ppwerful and worrisome than others. Each, in its own way, tests us, and even grows us.
So very true. We each have a place within us which is the eye of the storm, a still, calm, quiet place where miracles can happen. I wish all could know that place.
As I regain srength I will respond to your other question.
Poetry is a special language connecting me to the deepest parts of myself and the whole of life. Writing and reading poetry helps me live more consciously on a daily basis. I invite you to read and enjoy the poems posted here. Comments are always appreciated and emails are also most welcome. To email me,click here. May you live a poetic life! Don Iannone
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It is being one with the storm. It is being the storm. The storm does not move with respect to itself.
It is devastating but not in conflict with itself.
To each, the storm takes a different form and path. Some are more ppwerful and worrisome than others. Each, in its own way, tests us, and even grows us.
Thanks Imemine.
Maybe we need the storm in order to find serenity. If there were no storms we might well become complacent and stop making effort.
Rob...quite possibly so, but I'd rather wush smooth sailing to one and all...
So very true. We each have a place within us which is the eye of the storm, a still, calm, quiet place where miracles can happen. I wish all could know that place.
As I regain srength I will respond to your other question.
...Z
Z...So true what you say. Plenty of time to respond later.
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