I am a rolling rumbling thunder cloud,
For eons gathering droplets of fear, pain and regret,
Cumulating towering beads of fleeting joy or despair,
The child unborn, love affair abated, sense of purpose lost.
Source: Minerva Studios
This dark cumulus mass, heavy with gloom and anger,
Deadened by the flat inevitability of outer experiences,
Dampens all I think, say and do,
Yet ignites inside an intense yearning for truth.
Lightning strikes; a bolt of Love from deep within,
Illuminating misplaced loyalties within each globule,
Worn out concepts of what and how life should be.
And in this revelation lies the beauty of each and every drop.
A magnificent storm unfolds. Flashes of lightning
Shine truth on the darkness. Grumbles of thunder;
A calling to let go. Still, this weary cloud grips tight,
On to the burdensome form it knows.
Drab grey puffballs smother my vision, suffocate my being,
Gaining in weight as I billow aimlessly. Until,
A thunderous crack of discontent marks my stand with Truth,
On the holy battlefield within.
A gift of surrender; the sweet release of mind’s grip,
Brings forth an electric torrent of divine revelations,
A tornado of chaos, flash floods of loss and destruction.
A perfect storm; an emptying of all I thought I was.
I am lighter, brighter, snow white wisps of cirrus cloud.
Golden rays of inner sunshine burn through my dross,
Bringing clarity, understanding and gratitude as each speck evaporates,
Into the clear vast openness of the divine sky within,
Until nothing remains but Love.
If this poem resonates with you, feel free to comment…
Wonderful Chloe, glorious imagery with which I can completely resonate, am delighted these difficult times are inspiring you to such great insights, and creativity. Keep it up! Much love Sandy
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Thank you Sandy, I’m so glad this resonated with you….and appreciate you posting here. Much love xox
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Fabulous imagery, Chloe, and what a beautiful illustration of the transformation that happens when we are willing to let go of all the weight. Such a fabulous release, and blissful disappearance into the formlessness of love. ❤
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Thank you Lesley, I’m enjoying practicing this imagery, a wondrous transformation indeed x
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