The Storm

Laugh with the wind,
Live with the rain,
Love with the storm
As it blows you
And grows
In power and in glory,
Joyously plays with you,
Buffets your body,
Moves with immensity,
Majesty,
Mystery,
Brings with it beauty,
Joy, wonder, or misery,
Destroys you, creates you,
Makes you, and mars,
Laughs as you ponder,
Whence come these powers?

Stand in the silence
Inside the storm.
Safely it bears you
Quiet and warm.
Here is the true power,
Here the true light,
Past is the struggle,
Past is the fight.
These awesome mysteries,
Whence do they come?
You know as well as I,
Since we are one.
Pass through the outer shell,
Seek the true man.
Look for the Inner Self,
Atman, I AM.