I’m in 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄…
at the center of a loving storm.
I’ve felt The Universe pour down on me;
experiencing its gifts galore.
Drowned in deep healing.
Hydrated with joy.
Flooded with fears.
Misted with more than it destroyed.
I’ve fallen to my knees.
My soul grateful for the rain.
But now, I stand in silence.
Now, I embrace patience’s pain.
The in-between sounds peaceful,
but my mind wonders what’s ahead.
Will I lose myself in the monsoon?
Or will the waves guide me instead?
I want to run towards the water.
I fantasize about finding.
But I mustn’t rush Mother Nature.
I mustn’t charge Divine Timing.
The stillness may scare me,
but asking for thunder would be tragic.
So, rather, I breathe deep,
and trust the eye of the magic.