The wild woman beats within her bosom
The rain pelts down on her face
Her roles are forgotten now
In this moment of opposites.
The road is warm beneath her
The rain pelting down is cool-
She feels both simultaneously
on her body, and laughter arises…
Out of the bliss and ecstasy
Rising through the body, where energy abounds
Thrusting through the core of her being-
The storm in her personal life
Seems so small and inconsequential.
Grateful for being so unable to control
The weather that is wild
The storm causing blackouts
The lightning flashing around her
The thunder vibrating ground that holds her
Yes. No control…….
Just surrender to the difficulties-
No control, keep stepping into the eye of the storm.
No control, can’t see through to the peaceful weather
No control, finding peace in that, surrendering…
No control, a gentle reminder to live for now
To trust in the moment, to feel the sensations
And to learn, be humble, and have courage
Trusting in the process, no matter the storm
Featured image: Zlatko Music Art