Center Mind Safe Place
They say they are the storm, treacherous, tumultuous, devastating disaster. While I inhale, exhale and breathe in my soul. Allowing them their need of attention to satisfy their childish pranksters as they play house in the confines of no satisfactions. Never sated are these clandestined deceivers of influential freedoms proposing illustrious scenarios of lost obligation. Center yourself mind, find your calm, safe place. Let them howl like a raging wind. For like the storm they bring, it is only a myth of their making. Your shelter is yourself. Rooted in the everlasting knowledge that winds only blow in passing, like clouds, never stopping to enjoy the heavens of the present moment where feet stand firm in the presence of eternity, ready to enlighten all who can receive themselves in serenities arms. But oh how they rumble, and oh how they shriek, and oh what a bizerk they play on my contentment when they are up to no good for you. Knowing...