Storms Of The Soul

The storm rages, crashing the rocks;
its waves, flooding the beaches;
inundating ships, moored to their docks;
beyond the anchor’s reaches.

The storm’s intensity, builds to crescendos;
anger, granting it, increasing power;
much like the anger from life’s innuendos;
growing in strength, each hour.

Physical storms, are metaphorical illusions;
wreaking havoc is their primary role;
transforming thoughts to physical conclusions;
both testing and growing the soul.

Eventually, all such storms become past;
repairing and healing, becomes the goal;
all must remember, tragedies don’t last;
and they always elevate the soul.

In the physical, there’s often forewarning;
atmospheric conditions perform that role;
the atmosphere of the mind is also forming,
as the storm clouds gather in the soul.

We think only the physical storms are real;
such, defines the strength of the illusion;
but, the soul is reality; and it’s what we feel;
that brings about reality’s conclusion.

The Master sits in the eye of life’s storms;
maintaining all peace within;
once one has passed, another one forms;
allowing more love to come in.

Monty 12/28/21. # 894