The Maelstrom

Slow down. Slow way down. We all hold on to our fears. Built by disappointment and the suffering that we’ve learned to carry. It’s so heavy. It has taken up so much space, blundered our steps when it mattered most. Hardened into skepticism and sometimes into hatred. Yes, there are real fears to contend with and real malice.

Sometimes we think too fast, and are unable to see what is in front ourselves. We project pain and suppressed emotion, when we really require empathy and judgement.

Slow down. Slow way down. It’s so heavy.

Sailing into the uncertain sea, we may think that we can bury our sorrows. We can escape if we run hard enough and fast enough. It can’t ever catch up to us again. It can’t hurt us again. We remain occupied, the past can be kept at bay.

Storm clouds gather, reaching far into the stratosphere to form an ominous umbrella. The sunlight fading away into the drizzling darkness. Departed to welcome the harsh wind, where a mellow sea breeze was daintily dancing.

Slow down. Slow way down. It’s so heavy.

Sideways slanting rain creates an impenetrable wall, that only the most daring of sailors might face. Such power and ferocity, strikes with loud lighting and triumphant thunder.

Slack has suddenly stopped, there is no more rope to give. As the waves tumble and cascade like moving mountains we are confronted with those shearing memories that seed our doubt.

Slow down. Slow way down. It’s so heavy.

They just seem so small, matched against such tyrannical tsunamis.

Sorrows laid bare in front of us, we are also confronted by love. Like sediment and sand that is tossed through the waves, our attachments recede and build vast beaches and towering cliffs ,grain by grain.

Slow down. Slow way down. It’s so heavy.

Softened and molded by the tender hands of the storm, your uncontrolled grandeur has learned to shine in coherence. The gentle moon bids you farewell, as you have escaped through the star-studded eye of the storm.

Slow down. Slow way down. It’s so light.