The Silent Storm

The silent storm. Ever-present.
All energy and whirls outside.
But calm and silent inwards. Still.
The flow is seamless. Which way does it blow? It has no beginning so how can it end?
A thought seen, a taste felt and a touch wrapped around. Even a sound is beyond a sound.
If allowed, it carries you up in your own love. If allowed.
It isn’t the why but the why not that matters. Your mind is ready for the whys. But your heart supplies the why nots.
So be. And let be.
Allow yourself to be loved absolutely in this moment. And the next. And the next.


About Thr33

A human being on the pale blue dot! Travelling the world trying to find something.
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