Storm
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A lone man cast at sea lost amidst the storm of his nightmares.
The clouds are swirling, dark, imposing.
The winds fed by his thoughts,
The waves moved by his fears,
Where the two meet, the mist arises,
His boat filling with the spray.
The maelstrom consumes him.
The winds captivate him.
With one sail, the boat falters.
He takes down the sail,
prays to find a course,
but the sky is meshed.
The boat sinks.
No hope is seen amidst the heavens.
His course is yet darkened
For the noonday sun shines as a shadow.
The seas eat up his desire.
The shore is but a belief –
the sky is but a mystery.
Chaos consumes it all.
Curses the sky, the heavens,
the oceans, the past,
himself,
his God.
The vortex of his mind sucks him up.
A loop of the deception that tricks him,
he puts up the sail again,
but only his winds propel him.
The currents are from his head, and
loving currents abandon him.
Self-compassion gone.
Hope is lost.
Lies are salvation
and it is far.
This is normal.
It stops.
It is a mirror,
but he is blind.
The storm is inside
and nowhere can he find the door.
Alas! There shines a light,
It is his death
To die is to end the light –
To live is for it to begin.
He is told:
blindness ceases when
blindness begins.
Giving away his mind, a mind is given.
In the righteous sun
he is to believe.
He sails with no sails.
The clouds open and
the currents appear,
the waters still
and the shore is seen.
He sails by blindness, not by sight,
For in faith, the light is seen,
And the course is made clear.
Joy empties his boat and he declares:
For ever and ever, He reigns.
His love endures forever and ever,
And he, forever endeavors
To be blind.